I went to both Nashville (family) and Chicago (work) this past week, and amazingly, I ran more than I ever do at home. Maybe it's not amazing, that's just how I roll, but it felt good. I was excited about the violets and other springtime flowers along the sidewalks in Cookeville, flowers that I associate with my childhood, with "real" spring that never quite comes in San Francisco. So that made for a couple of nice, shorter runs while visiting my sister.
In Chicago, I reconnected with my ex, the lakefront path. I trained for two marathons and ran many other just-running runs along the lake, and know every inch of it. Since we stayed in Old Town, I started off in Lincoln Park, saw North Avenue beach, faced down the wind heading to Ohio Street beach, and worked up quite a sweat by the time I got back (because it actually gets warm in Chicago, even in April.) My last run of vacation was through the neighborhoods, then up the path a bit, and back to North Avenue.
It almost makes me think I could live there again, if I needed to.
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On again, off again runner for 15 years now, from high school cross country to marathons and back down to cross country. Just finished up my third season of running at the back of a very fast pack on the PAUSATF women's cross country circuit.
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