It would be odd not to mention the election results. I want to tread carefully…I am a guest in this wonderful country and there is nothing more obnoxious than a foreigner commenting on things they don’t know much about. The thing I am (almost) MOST excited about is the passion with which people here voted. It was great to see.
But anyway. Running. Southern California.
On Thursday, we headed south to Long Beach to stay on the Queen Mary, part of my Mother in Law’s birthday present. The old Royal ship is docked there and is now a hotel. It’s a lovely ship, evocative and romantic. It’s easy to envision gorgeous people lazing around in wonderful clothes, holding gin martinis. You get a sense of history, of glamour. Even when potty training.
I ran the next morning. It was uninspiring. The Queen Mary is parked in the docks. I found a paved trail which ran along the water’s edge for a mile and a bit. My legs felt heavy, I felt bloated (we have been eating poorly), I felt incredibly unfit and struggled along a little. The sunrise was beautiful – the run’s saving grace.
After about 2.5 miles, I got back to the ship and decided to head up to the sun deck and run round there. It was such a lovely surprise…it felt so surreal and special to be running laps around an old cruise liner. The views were beautiful, the ship itself was graceful and lovely…and then I found an old British phone box!!
Three loops later (roughly 1/2 mile) and the run was saved. Still a rubbish bit of running but a happy run.
(PS…I honestly washed my t-shirt between runs! Promise!)