Sunday - barefoot pacing loops in airports. On and off planes without any indication of concern from anyone.
Monday - Swam quite a few oddly shaped laps in resort pool. I think I was swimming around 35-45 minutes. Pool side spectators think I'm weird. Children had fun pretending I was a crocodile.
Tuesday - Hike in Lunas to see monkeys and sloths. Lots of sharp, hot rocks on the wide trail. Then, some walking barefoot in the sand for long stretches near the water.
Wednesday - More laps in the pool. Dancing in the evening, which ended up being on the sidewalk just outside of the open air pub with an excellent live band. Was told by a stranger that I "have the spirit and (she) enjoyed warching me have so much fun." Wore Lunas as I was appprehensive about wandering around the rough sidewalks and streets in the dark. Then, I didn't want to take them off since theft is reportedly a huge problem here. Feel sad that a drunk couple seemingly inspired by my energetic dancing did not keep track of the 3 foot high sidewalk ledge and crashed horribly into the street. Blood, loss of consciousness, very unimpressive emergency medical care SLOW to arrive.
Thursday - Barefoot hike through crocodile and poisonous snake habitat ... but apparently lacking critters today. Not my idea and I screamed when the really big fish swam by. I may have felt every possible texture of mud today. Only a couple of very short sections of actually running, but walking on all the sinking, slippery mud, as well as pushing through the rivers and a lot of deep sand for 3-4 hours was a workout. Did I mention the heat glowing over the dry areas and the water running out? Bug spray and sun screen washed off by all the water, so I'm feeling a bit crispy. My husband's idea of a fun vacation. Definitely memorable.
Sounds like a great holiday Laura. And sounds like you're still turning heads and causing accidents! I like your husband's idea of a good time. Where, by the way, are you? Did I miss something?
Here in Minnie, we underwent another Arctic plunge the last three days. They even closed the schools again yesterday due to extreme windchills. The Winterpeggers are probably laughing at us down here. I don't recall school ever being closed due to cold back in my day. Only a big snowfall would do that.
So anyways, I've just been doing run-commutes with both my Icebreaker balaclava and a velcroed ski mask with Hannibal Lector-like mouth holes and a little area open just around the nostrils. Kind of a psycho-ninja look. Otherwise just normal Icebreaker gear and on my feet I've been wearing the G4s you recommended sockless (thanks again for the rec! I love those damn shoes). My feet get cold, but never cross over into a proper numb-plunge, and I like the idea of retaining my cold adaptation, both mentally and physically, while I wait for more bareable temperatures to arrive. Today we should have temps up around freezing, so hopefully it won't snow and I can get in some more Winter Challenge mileage this afternoon. With all my Merino wool gear, I don't really mind the extreme cold, but the minute I have to take my gloves off, for keys or when picking up my kids, it only takes a minute or two for my fingers to get really cold.
I'm so ready for spring and daily plantar stimulation!
This week I've been getting back into strength training after a 2-3 week hiatus. My left shoulder feels pretty normal now, but I've been taking it really slow, only doing about 75% of max rep and effort level. I'll keep building up weight and intensity, see how my shoulder takes it and try to see if any exercises in particular may be stressing it, so that I can cut those ones out. My new routine of doing one basic lift per day, with the accompanying supporting exercises afterwards, will hopefully help isolate the problem, if it still exists.
I love the feeling of being slightly sore the day after lifting. I missed it. And I like how running and lifting seem to reinforce each other. The more I lift, the more I want to run, and vice versa. I also noticed that during the time I wasn't lifting, my body felt heavy and my posture degraded.