I’m sorry this is so late getting posted. I started this post a few days ago and just haven’t gotten around to finishing it.
Last week, I was in Switzerland. Lucerne, to be precise.
I got off the train and checked into the hotel to see this view from my hotel window:
Yeah. Beautiful, right? Looks like heaven, or something like that. I think I said to one of my coworkers, “There’s no way you could have a bad day if you lived here. No way.”
I had lofty plans to run every day in Switzerland. It didn’t quite work out that way, but I did make it out to run once.
Monday – the day we arrived, we did some shopping and walked around downtown and then had an “excursion” with the meeting groups. We toured a tractor manufacturer and then had a dinner of “cold meats and cheeses in a garage.” I didn’t get back to the hotel until 11:30 pm, so there was no running that evening. I walked at least 3 miles though!
Tuesday – first day of meetings, they lasted over 10 hours. (while I looked outside at the beautiful day) Got back to the hotel and went for a run at about 7 pm. I had an hour to run, shower, and meet the guys for dinner, so it was a short 3 mile run. I only ate one of the giant bugs that was flying around the water’s edge. Success! Then we walked downtown for dinner, so I probably walked about 3 miles that day also.
Wednesday – second day of meetings, it was 48 degrees and rainy. On the walk back to the hotel it was sleeting. Since there was no treadmill, I didn’t run. Probably only a mile of walking since I didn’t want to head downtown in the sleet/rain.
Thursday – last day of meetings, I planned to get up at 6 and go run. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep well on this trip so every morning I was TIRED. This morning was no exception, and although the sun was shining and it looked beautiful out, an extra 45 minutes of sleep sounded way better than a run. After our meetings we climbed back on the train to head back to Zurich. Arrived in Zurich around 8 to find that there was no fitness center at the Holiday Inn Express Zurich Airport. So, no run that day either. And the view from this hotel was less than spectacular:
The flight home was pretty uneventful also. Although it was a bit depressing when I realized that as I was getting up at 5:15, at home it was actually 10:15 pm the night before. So by the time I got home I had been up for about 21 hours (with a little bit of sleep on the plane).
I had 12 on the plan for the weekend, but Sunday morning struggled through one of my worst 10 mile runs ever. Glad that I got that out of my system.
10 days until Minneapolis! If I’m not ready now, I never will be 🙂