I had pretty much tossed all hopes aside that I would do some running in Ukraine during our trip in mid-July. Having been there before, the idea of running seemed kind of far-fetched, what with all of the crazy drivers on the road and the lack of sidewalks. The stray dogs, too, kind of puts a damper on any desire to run.

I am a creature of habit and like to run close to home, rather than feeling all adventurous to blaze a new trail–though I will admit I have been bold during certain trips to other cities, and I’ve run routes in Barcelona, Helsinki, New York, Las Vegas, Honoloulu. But there have been times when I’ve held back, feeling a little unsure of my safety–particularly in Paris, Madrid, London and Prague. It’s mostly because of the high volume of traffic and the layout of the cities.

So, along with my decision not to run in Ukraine, I skipped plans to run in a marathon this fall since I figured I’d be gone most of the summer and would miss at least two or three 20-mile training runs, not to mention the fact that I’d have to consider running up mountains made out of coal slag for hill training since Ukraine is about as flat as Kansas. My decision left me kind of bummed, too, because I’ve been hankering to do the Portland Marathon so I can finally get a decent finish time.

But this morning, I got home from my run and Pa asked me if I had planned any running routes in Ukraine. I kinda looked at him sideways and said,
“I don’t think it’s safe, do you?”
He said for sure he’d feel safe in Kiev and that once we got to our child’s city or village, I could determine whether or not I’d feel comfortable. And then, of course, a new seed was planted in my brain. I mean, sheesh, we’ll have so much down-time during our travel, it would seem a shame not to spend some of that time running. So, I’m thinking about it more in earnest now…but of course thinking means planning, since I’d have to schlep more crap with me (i.e. running shoes, socks, shorts, shirts, sports bras, hats, sunglasses, My Forerunner (GPS), bluetooth headset, water belt and bottles, and packets of Gu. And if you’re dying of laughter at the thought of all my “gear” then you should try running 10-20 miles without most of the above. You’d be bored to tears, dehydrated, lost, and low on blood sugar.

Seriously, though, all that extra junk means needing space in my already-maxed-out-luggage or worse–having to pack a second bag. And when you’re in Ukraine, climbing four flights of stairs in a post-communist apartment building with a broken elevator that has a spray painted “Anarchy” symbol on it and you’re sweating your ass off because it’s 98 degrees with 100% humidity, having a second bag just for running clothes really seems asinine.

Aw well, I’ll figure it out. For me, running takes the edge off…makes me feel awesome…helps me to sleep like a baby at night…and I’ll admit, if I don’t plan to run, I will miss it while we’re gone. Seems pretty silly to leave behind a great form of therapy during a super-huge stressful time.

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