I took a vacation from the gym.

Exercise.  I am not a natural at it. I have never felt confident in my abilities. Short girl, large chest – not a winning combo.

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Exercise.  I am not a natural at it. I have never felt confident in my abilities. Short girl, large chest – not a winning combo. Gym class was more often than not embarrassing for me, not one of the best parts of the school week, as my children believe.

Still, to whatever extent nurture could trump nature, I am hoping that consistent activity and mostly healthy eating is my best chance at keeping me out of the neurologist’s office shortly after my daughter graduates college.  My little family relies on me and I want to be the best version of me for as long as I can.

So, I dutifully get myself to the gym in the early, early morning, multiple days a week for most of the year. I am a morning person, and my best bet for exercise is getting it done first thing, usually while it is still very, very dark out. It is just what I do, part of my routine, with as little thought as possible involved.

Then we went away.

I had all the good intentions. I researched a local gym I could attend.  I thought about going.  Instead, I slept past 5am. Every single day.

I did go on one run and two gorgeous coastal walks. I also watched my son surf and my daughter kayak.

My husband crossed a concert off his bucket list.

At Fenway Park!

I ate out too much and sampled local craft beers. It was glorious!

Then we came home.

I knew it was time to get back to my gym routine.  I was ready to get back to the grind.  Now, the gym is hard enough for me on a regular day, pro athlete that I am not. But after a 2 week hiatus?  I was terrified.

With good reason. I came back to THIS!

And, day 1?  It was awful.  Full on nausea at the end. Day 2 was not great either. The whole week wore me out.

At first, I found that I was disappointed in myself.  Maybe I regressed a little.  Maybe a few vacation workouts would have made a huge difference.

Maybe.

On the other hand, I could just accept it.  I took a break.  I knew it was not forever, but for a small stretch of time. It was okay to sleep in, restore, splash around, surround myself with the people I love most and prepare for the new school year and all that comes with it.

Vacationland

Own it.  Every time.

 

 

 

 

 

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