For one full week, I was the most relaxed I’ve been in as long as I can remember.
For seven entire days, I abstained from the internet. No email. No Facebook. No Twitter. Definitely no blog reading.
In fact, for seven days, I forgot I even have a blog.
During those seven days, I put my Spanish minor to good use and struck up many a conversation en Español. Muy excelente. Te amo. [Upside down question mark]Donde esta el baño?
For a week, I ate whatever the heck I wanted (though, really, that’s true of pretty much every day in my life).
In one week, I drank more strawberry daiquiris and mojitos (my new favorite drink) combined than I had previously in my entire life. Maybe.
For a week, I didn’t care about my running mileage. I didn’t think about my next race or my next goal or my next trip to Central Park. I may have even forgotten about Central Park entirely.
And for one glorious week in Puerto Morelos, Mexico, I finally chilled the hell out and rid myself of the stresses of 2012.
So I’m back.
My much-anticipated vacation was everything I hoped it would be. Vacation recaps are (I think) boring, so I’ll present you with a succinctly summed up version of my daily routine at the Azul Sensatori resort, located somewhere between Cancun and Playa del Carmen…
6 AM: Wake up to reserve a bed by the pool. It’s fiercely competitive to snag a good sunny spot at the cool “adults only” pool.
6:15 AM: Go back to sleep.
8 AM: Wake up again. Time to conquer the grueling day!
8:20 AM: Go to the gym. Do whatever. Some days I ran 3 miles. Other days I ran 8 miles.
And some days I skipped the gym in favor of breakfast in bed (I had never had breakfast in bed — I think I’m retiring from becoming a morning runner so I can become a morning bed eater instead).
10 AM: Breakfast buffet. Stuff myself until I’m silly. A standard breakfast included French Toast and a Nutella crepe. And some fruit. And an omelette.
10:30 AM: Lay by pool.
10:35 AM: Fall asleep.
12 PM: Wake up. Get strawberry daiquiri from swim-up bar.
12:10 PM: Get second strawberry daiquiri from swim-up bar.
12:15 PM: Fall back asleep, this time on my stomach for Project Get Rid of Summer Running Sports Bra Tan.
1 PM: Eat lunch, either at the lunch buffet (I have a thing for “unlimited portions”) or the beach BBQ. Maybe do a shot of tequila with lunch.
1:45 PM: Back to the pool bed.
1:50 PM: Fall asleep again.
4 PM: Daiquiri.
5 PM: There’s a jacuzzi in our hotel room? Excellent. I will sit in it for five full minutes before getting painfully bored and overheated.
6 PM: Watch the news.
6:45 PM: Pre-dinner mojito.
7 PM: Dinner at one of the restaurants at the resort. The best meals were the two we ate at Le Chique, the resort’s way-too-cool-for-Ali molecular gastronomy restaurant.
They got us so drunk the first time we ate there that we committed to coming back a second time (um, at a slightly higher price point…oops) for a 20-course + 6 wine pairings chef’s dinner, served in the kitchen. We felt very cool. Or just very full of alcohol and crazy food.
10 PM: Sound asleep. Another big day ahead.
Needless to say I’m feeling very well-rested and moderately chilled-out after this trip. Every morning on the trip, Brian and I woke up and asked each other, “Should we do stuff today?” We thought about renting jet skis (meh, expensive, and we’ve done it before) or going zip-lining (too much effort), but ultimately we decided — every day — that we just wanted to lay around and do absolutely nothing.
So that’s what we did.
For a week.
We got massages outside one night, and the experience was lovely despite the crazy winds and the fact that my sheet kept blowing off me (sorry people walking by — that’s my white butt you see, don’t be alarmed).
But other than that, there’s not a whole lot to report. I wanted to go away so I could get a little detached from real life, and that’s exactly what I did.
I would say I’m happy to be back in the city and ready to get back to my routine, but we all know that’s a lie. When my alarm went off at the cruel 5 AM hour yesterday, Brian sleep-asked me if I was going to put the towels on the pool bed.
No, Brian. I’m sorry. I was off to sweat out a sip or two of those daiquiris.
Soon I’m going to talk about running again. I have some thoughts.
In the meantime, cheers to being home.
Double cheers for 3 days of work before some hardcore family time in New Hampshire for Thanksgiving!
BUT WAIT! I was unplugged and now I’m reconnected, so help me out! What’d you do while I was away? And by that I mean, “I know you all ran races, and some of you ran long ones, and I want to know all the details.” Who marathoned? Who 5K’d? Who has a fresh PR to brag about? Do it. I missed you.