Run for the Border!

No, no, no. I am not talking about Arizona's new law. I've been in Mexico for the last week (Cabo to be exact)...and let me tell you, I hyped up my weekend runs to Lauren. Lauren, I have to run 8 miles on Saturday. Lauren, I have to run 5 miles on Sunday. Lauren, I have to run 5 miles on Tuesday. She should have just shoved a taco in my mouth and told me to shut it!

• Saturday morning in Cabo. Sunny and windy. Not bad weather for a beach run.
• I gear up. I feel like a running wonder as the Mexican hotel staff stares at me in amazement (I wonder where that woman in braided pig tails, calf guards, visor, big running watch and foot pod thinks she is going, this is Cabo chica, not the olympics).
• Sigh. If only I had know. Lauren and I hit the beach and it was like quick sand with every step. Run, sink. Run, sink. Run, Sink (you get the point).
  
• Note to self, there is no hard running sand in Cabo like there is in Florida.
• It's okay I said, let's keep going and we'll try our best.
• Did I mention the wind? The 35 mph winds? Sand and 35 mph winds do not mix well. Ouch, what is that on my face. Ouch,what is that on my legs. Ouch, I am being pelted really hard by sand. Hrm. On a lighter note, it's cheaper than micro-dermabrasion...
  
• So we ended up run walking about 1.5 miles. Hey, I was only 6.5 short of my goal. That's not too bad right?
• Thank you Lauren for being a trooper!

Sand, Waves, Mexican Hotel Staff 1. Gringo Jen, 0.