You can take it with you wherever you go...

So, back from Easter weekend vacation with the family down in the
outskirts of Valencia... I'm back to work now and into "the swing of
things" ... trying to get into the familiar rhythm of work, etc ...
you know: ROUTINE. It's good for all of us. I've found that
vacations, travel, and sometimes even just plain 'ol weekends can
really stir things up a little ... especially when I'm in "training
mode".

One of the nice things I've found about running, of course, is that
you can take it with you wherever you go. It doesn't take up much
space in your suitcase (except for my size 13 Asics) and there's
virtually no place you can't unpack 'em and head out there for some
quality mileage/kilometers. I've got some great memories of "vacation
runs" in tons of places like NY/NJ, Sunny Florida, Tuscany,
California, Valencia ... Hawaii ... and all around Barcelona. I think
it has more to do with wanting to see where you are from a different
angle. Sometimes your run will grant you a perspective that you
wouldn't have noticed otherwise ... I particularly like the ones that
are better without the headphones, just looking and listening ... (and
hopefully not having to be too much on the lookout for traffic). This
weekend I got back out on [one of my favorites] the country road that
leads out of town from my wife's father's childhood villiage Enguera.
Aside from the steady strides and rythmic breathing ... I was all
alone out there with the olive trees, orange groves, grasshoppers,
warm dry air and the rolling ribbon of asphalt that leads over the
arid ground through the hills of the scenic spanish countryside.

Most people in the villiage can't understand why I'd get out on that
road and ... run.
Most people in the villiage have never been out there listening to
what I've heard.