Rich and I have been running for a looong time and pre-triplets, we always tried to fit in some running while we were on vacation. Now, I'm not talking about obsessive OMG, we can't miss a run type of running. We just both really enjoy running so doing that together in a different place is kind of cool to us. We've run in Maui and in Florida and even attempted to run on a cruise ship but the track was approximately 1/16 of a mile so that didn't really work out too well.
As you can imagine (or maybe you can't), vacationing with three little ones isn't the most relaxing activity and "let's go for a run" isn't the easiest thing to do. My original schedule had me running on Friday night and then I was going to fit in a run Sunday morning before we left. I was going to take Monday and Tuesday off and then run when we returned home on Wednesday. I would still be meeting my goal of running three times a week. Well, I ended up working that Friday and Rich had somewhere to be Friday night. Me home alone with three kids sleeping equates to no run. I ran on Saturday instead.
When Rich asked if I was going to bring my running gear to NH, I thought why not? With the girls older and Grammy there to assist, I may be able to fit in a run. If not, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
And then we saw this sign on the side of the road shortly before the turn for our hotel.
So I know that we're in the mountains and I know bears are around and I know that they normally don't attack people but unfortunately, a few weeks earlier I had stumbled onto some images on the internet that I'd rather forget. Let's just say that it's related to bears and what they can do to people.
Here's the road leading into our hotel.
Looks perfect for bears.
I told Rich that I wasn't too keen on running in that area and it seemed to not really matter because there were no opportunities to run on either Monday or Tuesday. Wednesday morning, Rich was up before the girls and woke me up asking if I was planning to run.
"When we get home," I responded in a loud whisper.
I'm not a fan of rolling out of bed and running. It takes a long time for my body to wake up and I need some cherry diet Pepsi in my system for that to happen. So off Rich went solo and guess what? That's right. He saw a bear! It came out of the woods onto the road in front of him. They both stopped and looked at each other. The bear crossed the road and went back into the woods.
I would have had a heart attack.
We ate a quick breakfast at the hotel and then headed off to the pool so that the girls could swim before we had to check out.
Good-bye, New Hampshire. Good-bye, mountains.