Coming back to a week of real life after a weekend away (tucked away in the mountains of the UP) is quite crappy…sort of. On vacation, there are no alarms. You can play board games with your family for 5 hours, drink 2 bottles of wine, and eat all the gingersnap cookies in the world. You can ski all day, sleep in until 9, and laugh until you pee your pants…but then Sunday comes around and you have to say goodbye to your brother and sister, mom and dad, and it’s crappy.
But then you return home, hug your dog, go to work (best place in the universe!), and get back into a routine. You wake up to your alarm, exchange wine for coffee, wash your hair (maybe), and snag a donut for breakfast.
Know what else makes coming back from vacay easier? Running. Oh, and planning another vacation.
The weather in MN has been legit…50’s and sunny…so it’s like why not go for a run outside? When in training mode, I like to stay on a strict schedule-usually Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. In non-training/sort-of training season, I like to stay on a lax schedule. I’ll take class at Alchemy 5-6 times a week and run 2-3 times a week, trying to get one hill day/sprint day, and one longer run day. Oh and did I mention I usually eat a donut post run? If you don’t like donuts, I don’t like you (JUST KIDDING…kind of).
I’m not the perfect runner-sometimes I miss a run and I’m learning that’s OK (like this past weekend on vacay) . Life would be boring and stagnant if we followed the same schedule every single day right? Sometimes I feel like I’m going to shit myself on a run due to drinking too much coffee or eating something stupid beforehand…again, not perfect.
Then there’s those day’s where I feel like Usain Bolt.
Like holy hell how did I get so fast? My legs aren’t tired, my breathing is on point, even my sweat looks magical (hehe…totally kidding). See, that’s the thing about running. It’s unpredictable. It’ not perfect. You have your good days. You have your bad days. But you always know it will be there. Just like family on vacation (see what I did there?).
So, if you’re coming back from a trip-may it be 2 days, 5 days, 10 days-and need to get out of a sad, depressed rut…just run. Pull your hair back, put on your favorite shorts, and let yourself go. I promise you will come back ready to take on the world.