One of my favorite things to do on vacation is exercise. I feel like there’s nothing more mentally and physically relaxing than working hard and eating hard in someplace where my cleaning, work and other responsibilities are low.

This vacation was no exception. We got in on Wednesday afternoon and because parker had had a cold I hadn’t run in a week. So we unloaded and I laced up my running shoes to go for a quick 4 miles. It was the perfect remedy after being in the car for 9 hours.

The next morning I decided to take advantage of my opportunity to run solo and ran the outskirts of the entire island. I was pretty excited to see a steady sub 8:50 pace, especially when I got a little lost and ended up doing an extra mile bringing my total to 8.

The next day I convinced my sisters and dad to do the same route with me. We started all together, then after a mile my dad and I broke off and sped up a bit. Now something you need to know about my dad – he is the only person I know who is more competitive than I am. And he runs most of his miles on a treadmill, which equates to an extremely steady pacing partner. After our slow first mile, the next 3 with him at around 8:10 felt good. Right before a pretty big hill he turned back to check on his girlfriend and my sisters. I was a but worried that the loss of my partner would have a negative impact on my speed and I was right (well kinda) because I managed to easily run the next 3 faster than the 3 I did with him! I cannot remember the last time I negative split, and finished with my fastest mile of the run(this time I didn’t get lost so I finished at exactly 7 miles)

Now rewinding to my first 8 mile run. I haven’t run more than 4 miles in probably 2 months. afterwards I felt a slight tinge in my knee but obviously ignored it to go back out for my 7 mile run. But let me tell you by the end of that 7 miles, my knee was killing me. At this point the smart thing would be to call it a week, proud of my 3 very successful runs. Cue Saturday when my determined (read stubborn) self ran straight to stupid. I wanted to make the most of my time so I went for a 4 mile run. I ran slow, but boy was it painful. Add to that 2 mile plus beach walks and a 2 mile round trip walk to the local coffee shop and you’ve gone from stupid to complete idiot(and obviously these are all words that I’ll insist my daughter not use haha).

After my run, as I was telling Andrew about how I shouldn’t have done that blah blah blah he asked the simple “well why did you then?” question. To which I answered, because I love to, because it was awesome, because I can. And so while my decisions seem to have quickly gone from determined to stubborn to stupid – I’m going to remain pumped that I made those decisions and pushed myself a bit too far this time. I’ll enjoy these few days of recovery, ready and knowing how fast and far I can go when I’m back:)
when was the last time you pushed yourself too far too fast?

Do you like to exercise on vacation?

Where is your next vacation going to be to?