So, after a very long year, JP and I have escaped to a private island (seriously...) to become recluses for two weeks. But, today it is raining and I thought I'd take a few minutes to share some of the amazing things we've been up to for the past 10 days.
You have to take a boat to this little island we are hiding out on (called Daufuskie) in South Carolina. The motto here? "No Bridge = No Problem". This is where Pat Conroy checked out for a few years before he wrote Prince of Tides, The Water is Wide (based on the island) and Beach Music
(which is probably the BEST SUMMER READ ever).
This isn't just your normal margarita-on-the-beach-sun-baked-vacation, though. We made a 100% commitment to at least
two workouts a day. We are coming back to New England strong, brown, and healthy! (The folks over at November Project
have been keeping us honest...we promised to come back ready to tackle stadiums and Summit Hill Ave repeats and if we don't they'll call us out interwebs style). So the day starts with a long run on the beach followed by an evening yoga session (thanks to podcasts by Philip Urso of Live Love Teach
), some laps in the pool, a bike along the ocean, or a strength workout. It's kind of like a training trip, but not really...
The pups are also participating in two-a-days...
The food has been out of this world thanks to the Daufuskie Island Community Farm that JP's mom helps to run! (And this lady ain't no country-girl - she mixes it up with the best of 'em in Manhattan - but dons her tall boots and saddles up on "The WorkHorse" to help out this community farm). It's just the way it is here. Everyone does their part. Add to that some local caught fish each night, and we are reminded how wonderful it is to prepare food so simply and yet with such care.
The farm provides this little island with fresh veggies and berries almost year round, goat's milk for artisan cheeses, and the most-honest-to-goodness "free range eggs" I've ever had.
Seriously, have you ever seen colors like this outside of easter? No, you haven't. Be honest. It's because they come from these chickens. All free to roam and scratch to their little hearts' content. That "free range, grain fed" label on your egg carton ain't got nothin' on these little cluckers.
When we're not running, gathering, or eating, there is plenty of time for relaxing in the sun. Perhaps the best part about this little island is that you can go for hours sitting out watching the water and not see another single person. A hermit's paradise.
But, not to worry. There is still plenty of late-night-fun to be had. Let's just say I have had my fair share of gin-n-tonics (my official 2012 summer cocktail) down at Marsh Side Mama's - the local beach bar
. Where the mantra is, "No whining, just dance!". And, holy-moley, that bartender has a generous pour...
Next...we're headed up the coast for a weekend at the Jersey Shore. Not THAT Jersey Shore...actually, another island (where Snookie and The Situation are officially blacklisted, I think). Stay tuned for Part II of our summer vacation...