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My Ideal Weekend In New Hampshire: Running, Biking, Eating, Swimming & Sleeping
Sometimes I wake up on a Monday morning feeling sad. Monday means the weekend is over and the next weekend is a full five days away.
Today, however, I woke up feeling fantastic.
I feel rested.
I feel excited about what the week has in store.
And I feel like I’m riding high after a super delightful weekend away.
Let me take you back in time…to Friday.
I woke up at the butt crack of dawn (Is 4:30 am considered dawn’s butt crack? I guess I’m not sure. Seems about right though.) to get my long run in. I dominated 16 miles in 100 degree heat. No big deal.
Except, actually, it kind of was a big deal, for me at least, and all of your amazing comments made me feel like some kind of superstar. So thank you for that.
Then it was off to New Hampshire, where my cell phone gets no service, blogging was put on a back-burner for a while and the black flies, mosquitos and deer flies were out in full force.
Trust me. Those bugs are beasts and I have the welts all over my body to prove it. Yes, I’m very sexy, always.
The drive (yay rental car) to New Hampshire on Friday took just about 7 hours. It should have taken fewer than five. I guess everyone had the same idea I had: Leave NYC around 1 pm and you’ll be golden.
Good thing I had made a kickass mix CD for the drive. And good thing it got played multiple times…
So by the time I finally got to my parent’s house…
…I was pretty exhausted. 16 miles + 7 hours in the car = Sleepy, Cramped-Legs Ali.
My mom made dinner and then I was thinking I’d head off to bed. No no. Mom and Dad wanted to play. We played cards. My dad drank Scotch. We went swimming at 11:30 pm.
Bedtime came at 1 am.
The best part about this weekend was guilt-free sleeping in on both Saturday and Sunday morning. Getting my long run done on Friday meant relaxation the rest of the weekend.
But I still ran. And biked. And sweat a lot.
Saturday Coach Cane had me doing a 3-mile recovery run.
First I went for a bike ride though.
Yes, I know to wear a helmet. Don’t worry. I was just testing out the wheels and making seat adjustments.
So yeah, before I hit the road for my run, I decided to bike. I like biking in New Hampshire because it’s way less terrifying than biking on the crowded streets of NYC (which, confession, I’ve never actually done — just predicting that it would be scary).
My legs weren’t sore from the previous day’s run, but they were definitely a little tired. My quads were burning in no time!
I biked 15 miles through hilly Contoocook, NH.
Then I hopped off the bike, met up with Becky and John and banged out 3 miles.
Brick workouts are no joke! Also, doing all this starting at 11 am? What a dumb idea. I was melting.
The rest of Saturday was spent laying by the pool eating good food (I swam from one end of the little round pool to the other at one point, so basically I did a triathlon yesterday, right?), and the evening was spent at Becky and John’s engagement party!
Yes, I was very sweaty at the party. Hot sun + margaritas + too much food = I’m not sure, but it involves me sweating.
After the party, during which I got eaten alive by bugs, I was happy to curl up in a cozy bed with air conditioning blasting. Thanks for installing the AC, mom and dad!
And then I slept in again. Laying in bed on a Sunday morning is surprisingly awesome. Who knew?
I woke up to my brother making breakfast downstairs.
Chocolate chip pancakes? Sure. I hear that’s perfect pre-run fuel, no?
Yesterday Coach Cane asked for 5 miles on rolling terrain at an 8:30-8:45 pace. Consider it done, Coach!
Running in New Hampshire annoys me because I find it to be incredibly boring and way too hilly. The hills near my house are giant and steep and put Harlem Hill and Cat Hill to shame.
But it’s also kind of pretty, so whatever.
I was kind of shocked that after two days of pretty intense workouts I was able to keep a quick pace on all those rolling hills (and giant hills), but somehow it happened. Needless to say I was disgusting by the time I was done with the 5 miles.
Good thing my parents have a pool.
Good thing no one was home when I got done. Post-run skinny dipping!
I do have neighbors, after all.
My goal was to not stress about getting back to NYC, so I ran, I swam, I showered, I made lunch and I finally got in the car after 2 pm to drive back.
And the drive back was awesome. No traffic. Super easy. Bam!
I was in bed by 11:30 last night and slept in until 6 am. No running today means later wakeup and that means I’m rested and happy.
All in all my weekend in New Hampshire was everything I could have hoped for. Solid workouts, good friends, great food, quality time with family and lots of sleeping in.
Oh and that nice boy I kind of really like? He was there, too.
So yeah. Good weekend. And it’s going to be a fantastic week. Trust me.
TELL ME: What was the best part of your weekend? If your name is Emily, you became an IronMan. You probably win for most baller weekend. Everyone else, tell me your highlights! Please.