Good morning! When you travel, do you visit the hotel gym?
I found this list from PopSugar featuring their Favorite Healthy Hotels and Resorts. They all look pretty incredible. I’ve never been to Yosemite, but it’s high on my list and maybe more so now that I know about the The Majestic Yosemite Hotel. It looks fabulous. Men’s Fitness listed all the major chains making fitness a core offering, which I found helpful for planning stays for work trips when I tend to stay in chain hotels. Have you stayed at a hotel that put health or fitness in the forefront? I’d love to read about it, so please share in the comments.
In other news, I’m nearly half-way through the marathon training plan (for reference, I’m following a 18-week plan), but I still have the bulk of miles ahead of me. Like, way more than I’ve already run.
I’m headed to a wedding in Bermuda this weekend. I heard it’s pretty impossible to do a long run outside in Bermuda because the roads have no shoulder. In order to stay on track with my training plan I decided to run 10 miles before work on Thursday. Maybe you’re an early riser and this isn’t a wackadoo concept to you. But for me, waking up at 5:30am to do anything other than catch a flight is either a miracle or a mistake. This is my story.
We are now entering “longest run of my life” territory. The longest race I’ve run to date is a half marathon (13.1 miles). Up until last weekend that was the longest distance I’d covered, too. We’re over the halfway mark of marathon training. The marathon is less than 8 weeks away. From here on in, all long runs, save for cut back weeks, will be at least 13 miles.
I love marathon training. You know, overall. But at some point, during every run (or at least every run over 6 miles) I hate it.
I think summer in the Mid-Atlantic is largely to blame. It’s really hot. It’s really humid. I rarely get to the ideal state of “running auto-pilot” because there is a persevering discomfort in sweating this g-damn much. I’m running slowly. (More slowly than I usually do.) I forget to bring things. My hair tie breaks.
But those things are temporary. My negative feelings dissipate when I click my Garmin off to end the run. By the time I’m back in my apartment (or better, grabbing a post-run iced coffee), I’m usually smiling and happy no matter how many curses I spat under my breath moments before. So more than anything l love marathon training.
I signed up for this small town race in March, a testament to my neurosis that I felt the need to commit to a race that most definitely wouldn’t sell out (fewer than 90 people ran it) five months in advance. The first 75 sign ups were promised a tech-t, and I love a good race shirt. I was #3 to sign up. Awkward?
This 8-mile race was run by the Berkshire Running Center, a sneaker store in Pittsfield, Massachusetts that I’ve never been to. It started and ended at Guido’s, at high-end supermarket that I love in Great Barrington, not too far from Matt’s parents’ house. View Post