No, I’m not referring to the nutball above rapidly making his way to the next Scientology meeting. Rather, Mrs. Evolving’s company is hosting a Bahamas cruise this weekend, and she has been kind enough as to bring me along to serve as her personal cabana boy. Neither of us has ever been on a cruise before, so it should make for quite the adventure.
When faced with the prospect of a first-time cruise to sun-drenched islands aboard a giant floating buffet table with countless possible activities, what would a normal person do? Clearly not falling into the normal category, and afflicted with a bad case of the need-to-runs (decidedly preferable to a bad case of the runs) I quickly made my way to the website, skipped past the assorted decadence, and went directly to the description of the workout room in search of treadmills. In reading about the workout room, I stumbled upon a reference to the running track located on one of the many levels of the ship. An outdoor track on the deck of the ship. Perhaps this is common knowledge to the cruising veterans of the world, but that has must-try written all over it.
We’ve all seen the ‘you know you’re a runner when’ lists, and we’ve probably contributed to a few, but this was one of those moments when the chocolate of the list hit the peanut butter of reality. 4 kid-free, worry-free days at sea, and I’m most excited that I’ll be able to stick to my training plan with a 4-miler on Saturday and a 14-miler on Sunday while Captain Stubing guides us across the waves and Isaac whips up a cool recovery shake.
|"Your wife just left the ship and headed for the beach ..... but you keep right on running my man"|
I’ve already shared my nerdtastic fascination with Garmin route maps from random outings, and if the satellites cooperate this one should be very interesting.
With October just days away the Fall races are finally getting underway. Just 6 more weeks until mine, and I’m already getting excited. As for this weekend …. To those about to race, I salute you.