This vacation is a little different than ones we’ve had in the past because Patrick is in his last two weeks of marathon training before the Chicago Marathon and I’m a month away from my first half marathon. That means that 3-4 times a week we’re out there at 7:30am-8am in the morning trying to find a good route to run. Patrick’s mom, who run/walks 4-6 miles every day back home has decided she will come out and run with me to get some exercise, which I’m very grateful for.
Our 4.5 mile run in Auribeau sur Siagne was a little nerve-wracking because of the cars that zip by, but still pleasant on the whole and a lot less hilly than we anticipated. We saw two camping grounds (nicer than any in the U.S.) and some very nice homes until we hit a dead-end. Our run in Portofino yesterday was a bit more comical. Portofino road is a curvy two-way road that is scary enough to drive because cars zip by. It also doesn’t have a sidewalk for the first 1.5km from the port, which makes it a suicide mission to run.
In Tuscany, we stayed at an agritourismo, essentially an auberge at which most of which they serve is grown there. It was a beautiful property except they neglected to mention that there was a natural gas plant right near by (The parts they don’t mention in books like “Under the Tuscan Sun”. My eight mile run there was a hundred times better than the previous runs, but naturally, I would be the one to figure out the one route that took me right by the gas plant. Twice.