What better way to celebrate your last Wednesday night spin class than going to cafe rio with Ash and splitting a pork salad. Don’t worry mom, I wasn’t in a fight or anything I just like to make the inside of one of my eyes look puffy and awkward.
If you knew me in real life (or through the blog) just 3 months ago you know that I didn’t skip a workout if my life depended on it. I was good about taking my rest days on Sunday but other than that I NEVER missed a workout and if I did I would feel guilty about it for a few hours. I was probably that way for 5 years.
This last weekend we went to Lake Powell and while I was gone a reader asked how I dealt with the guilt that can (and ALWAYS did in the past) come along with going away on vacation and not being able to work out like normal and at the same time eating more junk food (aka twinkies).
When I read the comment 2 days after getting home it shocked me. Why? Because it was the FIRST time that I thought about it. Before the good ol’ injury if I knew I was going away, the FIRST thing I would have thought about was how I could fit in my workout (even if that meant waking up at the crack of dawn).
I would like to thank my femurs for breaking to teach me this important lesson, it is okay to skip a few days and it is even more okay to not beat yourself up over it.
I had more fun with Billster this last weekend than ever before. I thought about people rather than working out and what I was going to eat.
It was freeing. I was happy. I wasn’t putting myself down because I didn’t run X amount of miles or swim for an hour or teach a spin class.
I am the first to admit that I LOVE a good workout. The endorphins mixed with sweat is a lethally happy combination for me but I have learned (actually, I was forced to learn) that our bodies NEED rest. We cannot schedule our life around our workouts. Yes, it should be a priority to stay fit and healthy but I can’t tell you how much better it was to be able to sleep in, eat muffins and toss the football around without even thinking twice about the gym or treadmill.
I am not saying I am perfect (I think you all know how creepy/crazy I am) but I have tried my darndest to learn everything I can through this injury.
People come first.
You won’t gain 12 lbs if you go on vacation and miss your workouts.
When you look back on past vacations or special times in your life do you remember the people and experiences you had with them or your workout?
You are perfect just the way you are.
If life is busy and you can’t fit in the last 3 miles on your ‘training plan,’ that is okay. You are doing the best you can, remember that and move on:)
Do you get anxious or nervous about working out when you are going on vacation? How do you get over it? Have you gotten better about it over the years?
-Like I said, it was the first thing I thought about for way too many years. I guess God had to break both of my legs to help me finally realize that people come first and running shouldn’t be the center of my universe. I think it is important to remember that you will be back to your normal routine in just a few days and that when you look back on your trip, do you want to remember your workout or the people and fun experiences you had together?
Do you like sharing meals?
Not usually, but last night it was perfect. It was just the right about of food and Ash didn’t cross the line that I drew across the salad before we dug in. Billy doesn’t like to share when we go out because he knows that he will just leave the restaurant hungry and with fork stabs in his hand.