I get to run the Big Sur International Marathon. (Obviously.) A landslide on Highway One in mid-March forced organizers to change the course, which I am somewhat bummed about (no Bixby Bridge!), but it should still be gorgeous. Plus, this will be the first stress-free marathon of my life. (In Philly, I was nervous because it was my first. In New York, I was nervous because I wanted to go fast. Neither applies here.) I will be running with my camera and my friend Nick, so I should hopefully have some quality, free shots of myself running by the ocean. Also, the post-race party features s’mores. Enough said.
I get to hang out with my good friend/former roommate Alexis. I saw her every day for three semesters of college, and now she lives in San Francisco. I haven’t seen her in over a year – the last time was when we were both in Vegas in March 2010. It has obviously been too long.
I get to eat with reckless abandon. Nothing says vacation like pigging out whenever you get the chance. I have already asked Alexis if we can go to Ike’s Place, a sandwich shop I once saw on Man vs. Food. And Alexis, Nick, and I are planning a detour to Santa Cruz on the way to Monterey so we can go to Burger. If I had to order right now, I’d get the Snooki – a chili burger between two grilled cheese sandwiches – with a Ballast Point Sculpin IPA, but we’ll see how I’m feeling Friday.
I get to feel superior to my former self. The last time I went to California, I ran for an hour the first day I was there, and that was a huge accomplishment. This time, I’ll be running for at least four hours. A lot can change in two years!
Oh, and did I mention the five-day forecast for the time I will be there looks like a row of orange circles? No clouds at all. Thanks, Mother Nature.