Hey, friends—how’s it going? First, thanks for your kind comments on my previous post. Although that half-marathon went from really good to really bad in a matter of seconds, I probably spoke too soon when I swore off the distance.
Shout out to my mom for the picture. Even though my stomach was down for the count, it looks like my form is somewhat decent, ha.
I will not let 13.1 miles get the best of me! But before I make a rash decision and sign up for another race, I’ve been taking advantage of some much needed downtime—which I’ve deemed Operation: Sloth Week.
The premise is simple: no training, no exercising, and eating whatever I want.
Let’s start with eating because that’s easy. My dad is visiting this week, so we’ve been enjoying meals out. As you saw on Sunday, we hit up Madison Square Eats, and on Monday, we went to a neighborhood favorite, Markt, a Belgian restaurant.
Boo for poor lighting.
This meal isn’t incredibly slothy: red snapper with mashed potatoes and Brussels sprouts. Unpictured, however, are two glasses of wine and coffee heath bar ice cream.
Tuesday evening, we went to see Kinky Boots on Broadway.
It won the 2013 Tony for Best Musical, and it was a great show! Plus, how can any form of entertainment that centers on shoes (shoes, shoes, shoes, OMG, shoes) be a bad thing? We grabbed some pizza after, and I inhaled it so quickly that I forgot “proper blogger technique” and didn’t take a picture.
It’s also highly possible I had pizza for lunch yesterday.
We also had a store meeting last night, and since I’m working on being a real person, the 8:30 p.m. start time didn’t phase me as much as it would’ve last week. And no swimming at 5:45 a.m. this morning meant I could actually have a beer. I know—I’m going crazy.
So yeah, the food has been great, but honestly, not working out has been challenging. I relished in doing absolutely nothing Monday and Tuesday, but I really wanted to run yesterday. And today. (Victoria, you were so right; it’s Thursday, and I’m dying to do something!) On the bright side, I have an outreach “meeting” tomorrow morning at a cycling studio, and the instructor invited me to try out her class. (Have I mentioned how much I love my job?) So slothing—in terms of not exercising—will end shortly.
One aspect of Sloth Week I didn’t anticipate included how going from regular training to absolutely nothing would affect me mentally. Monday was OK because it seemed like a normal rest day, but by Tuesday, I felt ancy; I didn’t have as much energy, I didn’t feel sharp mentally, and I basically didn’t feel like myself. And I’ve also felt like a poser this week at the store. I mean, when customers ask how often you run, what do you say? ‘Usually four times a week except when I’m being a sloth’ doesn’t sound legit.
Anyway, yes, I’ve taken advantage of this unstructured downtime, but I’m definitely ready to start sprinkling in some swimming, biking, running, and strength training again.
How often to you take a break from training and/or exercising? How does working out affect you mentally?