Sadly, we are back from Hawaii. Maui is my paradise and I always miss it the moment we turn in the rental car and head back to the airport to fly home. It all started with our honeymoon, now almost 11 years ago. Friends told us how wonderful Wailea, Maui is and they were right. We’ve been back at least once every year since (I’m a pig so we’ve been twice in one year in the past) and it never gets old.
We even have an unspoken sched:
Wake up and have some breakfast. Then it’s either tennis or I go for a run. After exercising, we slather on a load of spf 50 and go out to the pool with books. We roast and read for an hour or two, take a dip and then head in for lunch. After lunch there is usually some kind of sport on TV that we’ll watch (this year we got to watch Red Wings which was awesome until they lost the series). When it’s close to 4pm, we’ll slather a little bit of sunscreen on and head out for round two of reading at the pool. Sometimes we’ll go for a walk at the beach before dinner but mostly we swim then get dinner started. Dinner is usually some kind of bbq eaten on the lanai while watching the sun sink into the ocean. Dinner is also always eaten with a bottle of wine. While we clean up dishes after dinner, in our tipsy state, we’ll play songs that reminds of us different things and dance around the condo like clowns. And just like little kids, after all the playing all day long, we are tired and watch a movie or some tv and call it a day.
But about 2 years ago, something strange happened while we were there: I lost my running mojo. It happened in what felt like an instant. It was like I didn’t know why I was running and the absolute joy I always found in it had evaporated. For the last 2 years I’ve tried to get it back to no avail. But this time, on my first run of the vacation some kind of switch flipped back on. It was such a relief. Joy! Exhileration! I felt like a kid again. I finally got my running mojo back.
I’ll admit, I was hesitant to re-embrace it for fear that it would vanish again. But after a second great run, I felt ok to say it out loud to hubs. I’m not usually that superstitious, but hey, it’s never to late to start, right?
Besides the jubilation of the return of my mojo, I burned through a couple of books:
The Unnamed, by Joshua Ferris
Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, by Amy Chua
Help Me, Jacques Cousteau, by Gil Adamson
The Family Man, by Elinor Lipman
I can highly recommend all of these books. This is not typical for me to really enjoy each book I brought. But a welcome joy.
We also watched the second Mesrine movie. It was just ok. Definitely not as great as the first. But in general I’m a total sucker for gangster-type movies. This is based on a true story and that always blows my mind.
Now that we’re back, it’s time to hunker down and get on with this move. The next three weeks will fly by. Bring it on.
Any advice for my upcoming cross country move back home?