After a week of lying in the sun, swimming in the blue-green salt water, and drinking fruity, tequila-laced drinks, I’m back from vacation. Mexico was lovely, the weather perfect (80 degrees and sunny), the days long and relaxing. I read six and a half books on vacation – I was hoping to get through the seventh before I got home so I would have read a book a day but I fell a little short. Nonetheless, I clearly got in some reading. =) I was sick twice on vacation, once due to a liiiiiittle too much tequila and the second due to something I ate not agreeing with my belly.
While on vacation I had every intention of exercising. I bought workout clothes, my running shoes, and two resistance bands. The first morning I carried the bands out to our balcony and did 100 good mornings and 100 box squats, all while gazing at the ocean.
The next morning I laced up my shoes and took off for a run down the beach, going only about a mile before I ran out of beach and had to turn around. Back at our hotel, having run only two miles, I called it quits. Running in the sand is hard.
In all honesty, there was a long, paved, flat road, just outside our resort that I could have run on. It stretched for miles – we rented a scooter one day and drove down that road. But it was vacation and it felt awfully good to not workout, to enjoy my lazy days and my margaritas. To know that I wouldn’t lose my fitness level by being lazy for a week. So I did just that.