I know, I know. I make a big announcement saying that I am going to do a more consistent job posting, and then I disappear for a week. I thought about writing, but I was on vacation where internet access was precious and spotty. I spent a lovely week in central Florida with my in-laws wherein I took long walks, fished a little, enjoyed a couple days at New Smyrna Beach, and even ran a few times. But all you care about is the running.
I managed to run three times while on vacation, which is remarkable for me. I am known for bringing my running gear on vacation, and then letting my go-fasters collect dust while I sip fancy drinks and grow fat. This time, though, I actually ran, though much less than I planned. Much less than I wanted and needed, too. Running in Florida this time of year is great because it isn't too hot yet, and the bugs aren't quite so dense. I ran 30 minutes barefoot on the beach, and enjoyed the heck out of that, especially the beer check about 20 minutes in.
But I am in a strange place with my running. My desire to run is at odds with how fat and out of shape I have gotten. I want to push, but I get out of breath. I want to run more often, but I need to recover. I want to do six, but I can only manage four. And all too often, the urge to be naughty -- to slack off and try again tomorrow -- wins out over the desire to be disciplined.
I'm struggling.
Did you hit up the boardwalk loop in NSB? It's my favorite place to run!
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No, we went by there [the park by the coast guard facility] but chose not to pitch our umbrellas and coolers there due to the walk. Instead, we parked on the beach. I ran up and down from where we parked. The boardwalk is great, though, and I'd like to go back for a run.
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