A close friend recently asked me where I spent my last vacation. “Iceland,” I responded. “But didn’t you go there for a race?” he asked. I did indeed. He then went on to ask if I’ve ever taken a vacation that hasn’t centered on running.
Feeling slightly defensive and ready to snap back with an answer, I found myself speechless. I can’t remember the last get-away I took that didn’t involve some aspect of running. His question blew my mind.
Mixed thoughts of worry and confusion instantly crept in. Should I be taking a non-running vacation? Am I disillusioned with what is “normal” for an escapade? Am I not fun to travel with since I want to run? My outlook on the question was completely negative. I felt like I was missing out and that I needed to rethink my version of a “holiday.”
I reevaluated my current definition of a vacation. I tried to come up with a destination where I could be content “relaxing” instead of exploring by quick repetitive footsteps while breaking a sweat.
|Lake Tahoe, CA|
I felt like a writer that had been staring at a blank page for hours. For the life of me, I could not contrive any trip where I would be ok not going for a run. To not run would actually make my vacation feel LESS like a vacation.
|Lake Tahoe, NV|
Then it hit me! A vacation is what people take to enjoy the things they love, right? They escape to exotic landscapes, indulge in things reserved for special occasions, and usually release their caged spontaneity.
I have a number of friends who save all their time off to visit the coast of Mexico and lie on the beach for a week sipping fruity alcoholic beverages with ridiculous umbrellas. Sure, it would be nice for a single day, but that isn’t my version of a get-away.
For me, running = enjoyment. Therefore, you can bet my running shoes will always be packed for every vacation I take.