Thursday, May 5, 2011
As much as I love running, I also love getting away from running after a big race—and especially after a marathon. My recent, two-week post-Boston Marathon break was especially nice, mainly because it was my first such break as a mom.
I should clarify what I mean by “break”. I didn’t actually take any days off running. I ran 20 minutes the day after the race. But I didn’t run much for two weeks: only three to four miles a day for the first week and five to six miles a day in the second week. What I did get a break from was the grind of running twice a day, up to two and a half hours at a time, lifting weights, stretching, seeing my chiropractor, and the pressure of getting as fit as possible by a certain date.
Adam and I took advantage of the freedom by traveling with Colt. When we have a break, we alternate between visiting his family in Colorado and mine in Duluth. This time we went to Duluth. It was a wonderful visit. Colt got to meet his great-grandparents. I can’t tell you how moving it was for me to see them bond—and they really bonded.