Coast to Coast
|October 12, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Hot damn, y’all. This week has been exhausting and nonstop busy. I’ve been out in Oregon for work and my itinerary involved 4 am wake up calls, three hotel rooms in three nights, and 7+ hours of driving. Fantastic and productive, absolutely. But, relaxing? Not so much.
However, despite the chaos, I remain as convinced as ever that I want to move out here, where even the iced coffee looks like beer. Also, let’s talk about the fact that I drank coffee for the first time in over four years. That should help clue you in to just how tired I am.
Luckily, after a whirlwind month of travel that took me to Oregon, Washington, Wisconsin, Connecticut, Vermont, New York and back to Oregon again, as of today, I am done with the flying and the driving and the overpacking a suitcase every three days.
I love traveling but holy shit, I can’t tell you just how excited I am to spend a weekend at home. So excited that I set a few ground rules to make sure this weekend delivers on the maxin’ relaxin’:
1) No alarm clocks allowed.
2) No transportation that involves anything other than my two legs.
3) No leaving the District of Columbia. Virginia? Forget it. Maryland? Too far. Just me and the D of C all weekend long.
I cannot wait.
Needless to say, I haven’t written one sentence of my 50 miler race report.
Yeah, remember how that happened 6 days ago? It feels like 6 months ago.
Even my legs feel like the race was in the distant past.
Obviously I couldn’t come to Oregon and not run, so I went out for a 4 mile test run on Tuesday morning before I flew out of DC (just to make sure I was good to go with packing the Hokas). I was pleasantly surprised with how fantastic my muscles felt. So into the suitcase went the hokas, and every morning (including one horrifically dark morning around the streets of Bend) I went for a 4-5 mile super easy run in my favorite state*
*not including Vermont, obviously.
I had no idea what to expect for a physical and mental recovery following the 50 miler. I very intentionally held off on making any race plans until seeing how things went down with the race and the immediate aftermath. But the fact that I’m running within a week with a still-ragin-runners-high has me positively pumped to spend a good portion of my weekend staycation thinking about the “what next” question.
And maybe even actually writing a race report.