Last year's post tax season vacation took me out to the other coast, and as always I debated the likelihood of actually working out:
As I sit here in my living room, my new 80's haircut saturated with Manic Panic Vampire Red and wrapped in a Duane Reade bag, I am going over the list of things I still need to pack for vacation.
Do I pack my running gear?
Every trip begins the same, with the best intentions to continue some semblance of my daily routine. And I really do have the best intentions. Really. I do. But in the end I rarely, if ever, lace up my sneakers and go for a run.
It's not because I'm lazy or unmotivated (most of the time). Generally, it's because I feel guilty. Guilty that I'm taking time away from spending time with the boy. He's such a good sport about all my early morning runs, the weekend runs and the races out of town. We spend so little time together at home, how do I walk away from him on our vacation?
I will pack my sneakers. I will pack the mp3 player. I will pack my best intentions and place them beside my Bodyglide and sunblock. I'd love for this next week to be a change of scenery rather than an upheaval of routine. But whatever it will be, it is first and foremost an opportunity to spend time with someone I love.
And if that means my sneakers languish in solitude, so be it. That may be the price I pay for surf, sun and sipping an umbrella drink with my sweetheart.
Run strong, my friends. Add a mile or so for me :)
I won about $40 on the I Dream of Jeannie slots on a cruise about five years ago. (Right before I started getting fit--and met you.) Loved that one! Was a nickel slot, though, I think. Have a fun vacation--you certainly deserve a rest.ReplyDelete
I hope you get to take out your sneaks sans guilt, too. Enjoy yourself, enjoy the boy, and win some moolah!