Last week, I said I was at least going to pack my running shoes and clothes for vacation, and I hoped to get out at least once. Well, I made it!
I went running along the path near the beach Wednesday and Friday. Oh, how my muscles hurt!! (Red is for them screaming in pain.) But it still felt good to be out. The first day, I ran along the path south, thinking I'd be able to at least see the ocean from the path. But it quickly curved inward around a private, gated subdivision and all I got to see was the cars and trains along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Friday, I turned north and ran past the state park and through the parking lots with people just waking up and coming out of their tents. That was nicer because the ocean was in view the whole way, and there were lots of other runners.
I did four miles both days, hoping that I wasn't overdoing it with so few runs the last six weeks, and I'll do four miles three or four days this week, too. If more crazy things don't happen in my life, I should be ready and able to run the Carlsbad Half Marathon in January – with my best time ever! 😀