When I called Mr. E from San Diego last weekend, he asked me in which part of SD I was in. I glanced around the hotel courtyard and replied, “The San Diego-y part?” All I could see around me was up, and it was glowing Qualcomm signs. Yes. I was in a tech park.
This didn’t deter me from lacing on my running shoes (hey, I was out of town for 25 hours exactly and brought three pairs of shoes: flats, heels, and running so you bet your sweet buns I was trying out June Gloom SD style) and ambling out of the hotel.
My run was…uneventful. There were sidewalks. There were gray buildings and black signs. There was some shrubbery. There was traffic. There were no other runners. There was a strip mall with a Greek restaurant. And then, at the very end of my run, after I ran through a patch of bee’s and had horrible visions of being stung and having to miss my flight home because I was attacked by so many stingers, I found a running trail. A nice, dirt running path right behind my hotel.
But it was time to go back, shower and get on my way.
Lesson 1, dear traveling runners: ask the front desk if they have suggestions for where to run. They might not. But there might be a really nice looking, lamp-lighted dirt path in their back yard.
Lesson 2: bring workout clothes and shoes. I have yet to travel and regret having the ability to relieve stress, tire myself out, workout with new friends, or explore a new place (yes, even a tech park).
If you read this far, you deserve the know that the day before I spent 45 minutes on the elliptical at the hotel watching a marathon of Teen Mom.