News flash: road trips do not contribute to regular blogging. Since last I left you, I spent 5 nights in NYC, where I was too tired out from long days of walking to run even once. At least I was on my feet? I flew to LA, and drove up through California, where I went running at a campsite in the near-dark, in the middle of the woods. The next morning, we had breakfast at a diner, where a local informed me that “That area near your campsite is called Cougar Gulch. Should never go anywhere by yourself because of the cougars and bears. Good thing you were together.” Uh, oops.
The non-running visit to NYC lit a fire under me, and I made a conscious effort to run along the waterfront in Portland (aMAZing city) and in Seattle (also lovely). I was scoping both cities out as potential future homes, and it was interesting to see how the running community reflected the character of the city. Seattle’s was shinier, newer, and slightly older crowd, and Portland’s was more eclectic, definitely not fancy, and made for great people-watching. Plus, I got to run across two bridges, which was fun.
Then, a mad dash across the country–two and a half days of driving with realllly short stops to sleep–and I’m home in the Midwest! Amazing. I did three miles on Friday, and last night, I ran my first 5-miler in months. It felt fantastic, though I still notice a bit of a hip drop when I get tired. The lilacs are blooming here in the unseasonably hot and humid weather, and my evening run was moonlit and scented.
So, I’m BACK. Instead of trucking over to Scotland for the summer, I’m going to be house-hunting so that my things have a place to live while I’m trotting around the globe. And marathon training starts in a week!