Yesterday was pretty awesome. For the past few years my husband and I have lived on the East Coast and missed out on a lot of family holiday activities. We were so excited this year to be here for the annual Christmas family brunch. I had been looking forward to this event all week. If you know anything about me I love food and I like to eat a lot; put me in front of a buffet and all self-control likely goes out the door.
But you know you are a running dork when….the night before the brunch my husband mentioned that he had considered leaving the car in the suburbs post brunch and running back to our place in the city later in the day. Funny enough I had the same thought. And thus began our running version of the holiday brunch.
We got dressed up in our Sunday best and enjoyed a pretty fantastic spread, followed by some veg on the couch football time with the family. Once we were able to finally move around without feeling sick it was off to the streets to weave our way home.
It seemed so normal for us (I can’t believe I am saying this, because as I start to read it we do sound a bit off of our rockers) to bring along extra clothes and find a way to get a run in. Others of course thought we were a bit nuts and pointed out that there was a train across the street that would take us directly to our doorstep.
And so we ate, we drank (coffee of course) and then ran 11 miles home. It was awesome! But knowing we still wanted to run kept me in check and aware of my choices. I certainly indulged (and it was awesome!), but I chose my indulgences wisely. It was the perfect holiday afternoon with the family followed by a peaceful evening run with my husband.
We might be running dorks at times but I love that we find a way to be healthy together despite whatever holiday craziness we might encounter. I’m already looking forward to seeing what fun way we scheme up to get a run in today.