Saturday, May 1, 2010

Trainin' 'n Travelin'

I the past 3 weeks I’ve been bouncing around for work and pleasure.  Now with training as a part of my life, I have a good sense of how a pet owner feels when they are planning a trip away from home.   How am I going to make sure that this training is taken care of?  You can't just hire a sitter for your trainer, you have to take it with you.  I was a surprisingly reluctant at first, but then came to my senses and realized I didn't want to flush 12 weeks of training down the toity.  So I loaded in the running gear (including my dork-cred fuel belt) on my first trip of the training season....Los Angeles.

LA:
In LA Wednesday-Saturday.  I knew I had to get my long run in on the West Coast that Saturday morning.  This actually took a degree of sacrifice in relation to Friday night.  It's a rare occasion to have all your most fun co-workers and clients in LA on a weekend night with no early call times the next day.  Lounging poolside sipping cocktails in the evening at the Viceroy, a cool ocean breeze, great company, light buzz after a lot of hard work and magical shoot days... a tough act to walk away from.  But after two wines, I mustered the will power, said my goodbyes and headed back to my room.   Saturday early morning I suited up and made my way to the ocean.  

I originally started running with my headphones, but it occurred to me that I was missing the chance to overhear local chatter amongst other runners and the crazy murmurings from the colorful characters along Venice beach - all set to the sounds of the Pacific in the background.   Way better than music (and frankly, I am so tired of my running mixes).   

I ran from Santa Monica past Venice and into Marina Del Rey.  About 3/4 through Venice, the running path ends. I decided to run along the beach vs. navigate the back roads.  I regretted this decision almost immediately, but continued to run along the shore for 10 more minutes.  Stupid pride.

I made it to Marina Del Rey and started my way back.  I decided to take a little detour and  run along Venice Pier, where I got to see a cool dynamic cross-section of California types.  The fishermen, the roller bladers, the casual hollywood-type on his cell, the hottie with the cute dog... The highlight was witnessing close up a surfer tossing his board and jumping off the very high pier.  It was rad.

I finished the 2 hour run feeling strong but ready for an ice bath.  Psyched that I had the luxury of room service still, I went back to my room and ordered 4 buckets of ice.  They didn't understand at first, but after some explaining and a good amount of waiting, I got my nice ice.

Costa Rica:
Running in Central America where you are 10 degrees from the equator requires a different kind of strategy.   First off there's the heat.  Opening up your door each morning you are greeted with a wall of humidity that insta-thaws you from the AC chills and will have you sweating in seconds.  It's like walking into a steaming bowl of pea soup.  Not ideal for the girl who has been running in the NE Winter and Spring weather for 3 months.  Then there's the safety factor.  My friend Irene shared a cautionary tale about a friend of a friend who went to Tamarindo on vacation.  He went for a walk on the beach alone one night  and wound up disappearing.  He's still not found, we saw his "missing" poster at the bank.  (shudder).   So when I say I needed a "strategy," I really meant "indoor gym."

I found a gym in Tamarindo, rather THE gym.  I paid my 2,500 colones ($5) and hopped to it.  Buttons in Spanish, distance in km....I made do.  My second visit was after a very late night out and many days of surfing.  So I was hungover, dehydrated, wounded and bruised.   I eaked out a 35 minute run and then stood in front of the fan behind the front desk for 10 minutes in a sad attempt to cool down.  A cold shower didn't even help.  What did help was a catamaran cruise and some margaritas.  I'm looking for ways to integrate this cool-down strategy into all my runs.

The fact of the matter is 5 days of surfing is plenty of physical activity. I'm glad I ran, but I probably didn't have to.  On the positive side, you get to read this post and I got to meet some ex-pats at the gym, no natives.  The natives of Costa Rica don't need gyms, they live la pura vida, which seems to keep them naturally tan and fit.

LI 1/2 is this weekend, but I still have a few more trips to take before the San Diego 1/2.  Florida, LA (again) and Fire Island....I will be packing my training (and my fuel belt) every time. 

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