Running Like Grandma
Not many people know this, but my grandma was a runner. I actually forgot this myself until we were preparing for our recent trip.
They live in the hills outside San Diego, so needless to say I was NOT training there! Heck, I don’t even enjoy driving those hills!
So, after I arrived, I asked grandma for some running spot recommendations. With a twinkle in her eye, she told me about her favorite spot.
Each day I ran, I’d return back to their house and grandma would ask about the trail. Did I see any animals? Did I beat any of the boys? I diligently reported on the friendly old men who cheered me on, the hawk that swooped my head, and how many people I “beat” to the corner.
I loved “her” trail. It smelled of eucalyptus and went around a quiet golf course. It took me past a few horse stables, and kept my mind sharp dodging puddles.
It would be crazy to grow eucalyptus in my basement to make treadmill running easier, right?