Honestly I was a little concerned about being gone for 10 days just when I needed to start 'building my foundation,' so to say. My family and I left on Thursday, June 19th, for a trip south of the border for the 15th birthday celebration of a family friend, Laurie. I'll take more time to blog about the experience of being in Mexico for the first time and all the fun stuff that goes along with it (tacos for every meal, cheap cerveza, deciphering what eve
ryone is saying, toilets that don't flush... yes, even that
) but I'm a bit too tired right now. So... to be continued!
I will say that the title of this posting is derived from the experience of my solo quality run while away. At our resort there was a gorgeous golfing range that was off limits to joggers. So I, of course, had to run around this path when the golfers di
sappeared for the night. I did two laps on the large range, which is approximately 4 miles, and about 20 minutes along the way I came across a mango tree with fresh, luscious mangoes lying all around it. Mind you, I really, really like this fruit which, in the U.S., is pretty pricey and rare (nowadays it's $1.50 for one mango. I used to pay $1 for 3 at Devon Market just a few years back! Sheesh!). So to stumble upon a plentiful plethora of free, ripe mangoes kind of made me want to stop running and happily weep. And eat. Okay, it's an exaggeration but still...
Anyway, I did not, in fact, stop; I did continue on m
y run. But the mangoes along the trail coupled with a magnificent setting sun that painted the whole sky a vibrant orange, then pink, and finally mauve, kind of made running in Mexico really peaceful. I was hot, and drenched, and weak, but man, was I happy.
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