Vacation is over. The suitcases are unpacked and dirty clothes washed, folded, and put away. I must admit that I slept more soundly in my own bed, cat pressed hard against me. As glad as I am to be home (and my cat concurs), it really was a great vacation! A friend and I shared bottles of wine and beautiful sunsets. I ate some very good seafood. I played some golf. I ran. I indulged in Starbuck's.
What's that, you say? Starbucks?
There is a Starbuck's at the south end of the resort, just a nice, convenient 1.7 miles from my villa on the north end of Captiva. This is not a good thing. Well, it is if you're a Starbuck's fan. When I was still working, a colleague and I would escape to Starbuck's once a week or so for a mid-morning caffeine hit. Now that I'm retired, it's a rare treat. So here was this Starbuck's, right on my running route all this past week. Do I indulge? Do I spend the money on a Latte, when I have a perfectly good coffee maker back at the villa? I mean, $3 or $4 of fixed-income money is a lot to spend for a cup of coffee. But then, I am on vacation, right? What to do, what to do?
I did a 4 mile run on Saturday, and ran right past the Starbuck's. Will power, girl!! I confess...that was very hard to do. So on Sunday morning I succumbed to temptation and tucked a $5 bill in with my door key, ran about 3 miles, then doubled back to the Starbuck's and treated myself before finishing my run.
I had another $5 bill with me when I did my 10 mile run early Tuesday morning, but thought better of the indulgence, thinking what I really needed was a hearty post-long-run breakfast on my screened-in patio, instead.
But, otherwise, the precedent had been set. When a good friend joined me at the resort on Tuesday afternoon, this became our morning routine for the rest of the week. I'd leave the villa at 6:15 or 6:30 in the morning for a run. He'd drive down and meet me at the Starbuck's for coffee and pastries 45 minutes later.
Now...here's the thing. I discovered that it's entirely possible to run, holding a Starbucks in one hand, if I put my thumb over the hole in the lid. Good to know, right?