Time to Run

Ah, what a beautiful thing a vacation is. I have managed to run 5 out of 6 days that we've been in Florida. I haven't run that much... probably ever. Yesterday, running 3 miles of circles around Josh's mom's gigantic apartment complex, switching between road, sidewalk, curb (which I hear is good for your butt), and grass, I hurt my left ankle. I think the curb running is probably to blame. It still hurts this morning so I may have to take today off.

These runs have not yielded much writing material. They have consisted mostly of running on sidewalks alongside walls surrounding neighborhoods. They are pretty monotonous, especially when compared to the aesthetically pleasing routes I'm used to running in DC. They are also extremely HOT. Monday, not expecting Josh's step-mom to make a big brunch, I timed my run poorly and did a sweltering 5.2 miles beginning at 11:45 am. It was not something I looked forward to doing again. So Tuesday, despite dressing in my running clothes at 10, I procrastinated until noon when I convinced Josh to bike alongside me as I ran. DUH! I don't know why this has never occurred to me before. Not that it's something I'd request often because I realize that it is pretty ridiculous. But on a vacation, with plenty of time to kill, in a place where I don't know my way around very well, seemed the perfect time for Josh to prove how much he loves me by riding a little BMX bike 5.6 miles at a measly 10'03" minute mile pace. I know, this is horribly slower than normal but I blame the heat and humidity and I'm ok with it. And, running at 5 pm yesterday, I ran an average 8'59" mile so all is not lost.

5.6 very slow miles on this little thing.

Running alongside walls like this. Trying to keep up with boy on bike.

Hopefully my ankle pain will subside quickly and I'll be back on my feet today or tomorrow. And, though I don't want the vacation to end, it will be nice to be back on a bike soon as well.