I have had an adventure.
A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Japan (Albany to Dulles to Tokyo to Osaka, for the curious). It is not a place I had a deep desire to visit but it has long been a place I’d be happy to see, should the opportunity come my way. When my Dad proposed a trip — this one, sponsored by Smithsonian — I packed up and went. Which was the exact right decision.
The tour started in Kyoto. We kicked around there for a few days, seeing world heritage sites and recovering from the trip itself and the 13-hour time difference. Then we boarded a cruise ship to travel the Inland Sea, which meant hopping from smaller town to even smaller town to South Korea to a small town. It was a Japanese sampler platter of places I’d love to re-visit. Since it was by boat, I didn’t have to keep re-packing and unpacking at every single stop.
Once it became clear this trip was going to happen, I checked out our floating hotel. The ship was one from Ponant, a French cruise line. The ship we were on had just sailed north from an Antarctic cruise, which, dude. I’m all in, if anyone wants to sponsor me.
Thanks to the wonders of this modern age, I was able to thoroughly check out everything the ship had to offer, including the spa and the gym. There would be treadmills in my future, I figured, simply because I had zero idea how much time we’d have in any given port as well as a deep mistrust of my own ability to not get lost in Japan, even with the wonders of this modern age like Google maps. Besides, I could jump on a treadmill when the boat was underway.
It was a solid plan. Like so many of my solid plans, it completely fell apart in the face of reality.
Reality #1: There are people who have zero problem with shifting their body’s clock forward by 13 hours. I am not one of them. For most of the ten days we were there, most of my systems were in revolt. Sleep was hard to come by during traditional sleeping hours — and we were so busy during the day that there was no time to catch a nap. As for my digestive system, well. I’ll call it “confused” and leave it at that.
Reality #2: It’s hard to run on a treadmill when the boat is moving. Again, there may be some runners out there with cat-like reflexes — and to them I say huzzah — but a stationary run on a moving deck is a trip to the ship’s doctor waiting to happen. He was super-cute, tho, so my concussion wouldn’t have been a total loss.
Reality #3: I spent the first five months of 2019 running all the things. Not running any of the things for week wasn’t going to do me any harm and might, in fact, be a good idea. Also: the ship had a spa. Getting a deep tissue massage while the boat is rocking is a lovely way to spend time, too. #LifeTip
What I forgot about was Reality #4: One of the great things about running is how nicely it lowers my anxiety levels and keeps depression at bay. That much time on a plane + a series of strange (but delightful) cities + being surrounded by strangers + missing the heck out of my husband/kids/dogs reminded me how much running quiets all of my mind’s squirrels. Some of my digestive woes likely had to do with my nervous gut, the canary in my mental health coal mine.
Which isn’t to say I didn’t have an amazing time. Traveling with my Dad was an experience I’ll treasure. Plus, Japan is a wonder — and I will do my best to get back there as soon as I can. I will be sure to go for a run or two, if only so that I can soak even more of it in one step at a time.
I’ve spent the last week convincing my body that Eastern Daylight is the one true time zone again. On my first morning back, I was awake at 4 a.m. and out for a run by 5. I watched the sun come up over my favorite high school track and marveled at how much the scenery can change in 24 hours. I spent the rest of the day trying to stay awake long enough to go to bed at a reasonable time.
As for summer running goals, I have just one: I want to see how quickly I can run a 5K. I’ve been feeling pretty zippy lately. Now is as good a time as any to discover how zippy. The downside is that summer is not my best season (cough VOLDESUN cough). The upside is pretty much everything else. I’m not even thinking about a half until late fall. Might as well give speed a go.
I have a race picked out: the Right to Run 5K on July 20 in Seneca Falls, NY.