My husband and I rarely take our running clothes on vacation because we normally don’t feel like running when we are away. It contradicts our sole purpose: to relax.
But lately, we have both been on a running roll, and I have another half marathon at the end of the month. So we agreed to run this time. When we checked in, we checked out the fitness center. WOW. It was huge and fully stocked, they even held spinning classes! But we didn’t want to overdo it, a few simple runs were all we needed. When it was time, we walked to the center and immediately realized that running on a treadmill in paradise was stupid. LOOK OUTSIDE. So we agreed to go on the beach.
Beach running is HARD. Not a little bit hard, ridiculously hard. There is the sand, the surf and the sun to contend with, and while these seem like great problems to have, they kicked our collective behinds. We figured that round trip, we did about 2.5 miles. Not terrible.
We were both sore the next day, but it was well worth it. I’m happy to be back on the road, and my memories of hard work have faded to the good parts of the run. The scenery, the breeze, the company. Most definitely a rave run in my books. — Amie