My first run in Maine was last Sunday, and its primary purpose was to check out the area and get my bearings. I always like to know what's out there when I'm out of town, and going for a run is a great way to get acquainted. Most of the roads I ran on looked like the one pictured below, which is the road inside the resort where all my runs began.
Sunday's run was a total of 8 miles, and the first four were with my husband. We ran to the beach keeping a steady pace and stayed on a street along the water that had a nice breeze. I tacked on another 4 miles along a mildly trafficked road. By the time this run ended, the sun was overhead and the temps were heating up -- just enough for a perfect pool day :)
Monday was not a running day, but I did walk about four miles with my mother-in-law. She keeps a nice pace going and there's always plenty of entertaining chit-chat. After the walk, I lackadaisically picked up some dumbbells in the gym and worked my biceps. I also did the usual ab routine.
Tuesday I took my camera on a beach run at dawn. I was solo, but I knew where I was going and was eager to snap some pics. The beach was huge and had plenty of packed sand to run on.
The views were quite stunning at sunup, and I couldn't resist taking a picture of the sky. These empty beach pics give the illusion of solitude, but there were joggers, dog-walkers, and sunrise-watchers a plenty; not to mention those who just wanted to spend the morning chilling on a gorgeous beach.
One of my shenanigans was to take a self-portrait while on the run. My airborne pony is proof that I was in motion and my wistful gaze at the ocean shows just how immersed I was in its beauty.
This next picture is the entrance to our resort, which meant that I had approximately four-tenths of a mile to go. The trees on both sides of the road were sheltering and welcoming as they sort of ushered you into the grounds. This run was eight and a quarter in an hour sixteen.
Wednesday morning I got up early (crazy early!) in hopes that I would find temps in the 50s. I had to settle for high 60s, but there was noticeable humidity. The combination of partying with the family the night before and waking up to a shrieking alarm clock did not make me feel too exuberant as I set out around 7ish. But I told myself I would only do a shortie to loosen up the legs and then be done with it. After three and a quarter (29 minutes), I was so ready to be done. However..
Later that afternoon, my husband informed me that he was going for a run. He asked if I wanted to come and said our brother-in-law (RC) was also going. How could I possibly decline that invitation!? Thankfully, I had fueled up on a delicious iced coffee that afternoon (size large) and was fooled into thinking I had energy. I was back in running clothes in mere seconds and jumping up and down in an effort to pump up my lesser enthusiastic running partners.
The reason this run was so meaningful to me was that it made it seem like I wasn't the only crazy kid who wanted to run on vacation. And it almost felt like a group run when the three of us nonchalantly dodged dangerous footing along the road and merged to form a single-file line if a car drove by. As hot and tired as I was, I thoroughly enjoyed running with these guys! One of our nephews (who's 6) took this picture of us shortly before our run. I wanted to remember this one ;)
So I ended up with 6.5 miles for the day, which was a nice unexpected surprise.
One of the many things I loved about this resort was the on-site farm, where you could pick your own vegetables and prepare them any way you like. The farm also housed many types of flowers and was the perfect place to end a run with some stretching. I wasn't nearly as diligent as I could've been about the stretching; I'm really just making a statement about the farm's perfection regarding things to look at while stretching.
Friday was the second to last day at this nature-filled paradise, so I wanted to make sure I got in a good run rather early so I could enjoy the rest of the day. I think I got up even earlier (five something) and headed out for a seven miler. Since history tends to repeat itself, that afternoon I saw my husband lacing up his running shoes and giving me a knowing look. I figured what the hell, why not score another double. Four miles later, we had earned our beers and a rowdy dinner as well as a wine (martini, what have you) nightcap for the perfect way to top off a fantastic week!
As sad as it was to end this chart-topping beach trip, it was nice to let my legs fly around Central Park yesterday as if I owned the place. There's something to be said about running on your home turf; the familiar hills and turns are quite comforting to a mentally and physically tuckered gal. I enjoyed nine miles in the park yesterday (1hr25) to reach almost 35 miles for the week. I'm very pleased with this number.
Lastly, I'd like to congratulate all the Club Champs participants who ran their hearts out for the Flyers on Saturday! I'm so sorry to have missed this annual display of team spirit and camaraderie. From what I've heard, it sounds like it was a tough battle but a fun experience. Way to go!!