I’ve had a lot going on. And I think the final straw was having a wedding venue tell me that the food minimum would be $20,000. I’m really happy for folks who feel that twenty grand is an appropriate amount to spend on food, but I am not one of those people.
I was grumpy.
I was moody.
And I got Austin on the phone. “I feel weird hon. And I have to run 5 miles today.”
“When was the last time you took a break from working out?”
I can’t remember. I took a day off last Sunday I think. Is that what you meant?
“When was the last time you took like 5 days off from running.”
I don’t know.
“Haven’t you read articles that say you can benefit from breaks? I know you have.”
Yes…but. There’s always a big butt! Truthfully, I’m scared to take any breaks. I’ve been pretty consistently working out for a few years (with at least one day off a week,) and the idea of taking any extended kind of breaks terrifies me. Not because I’m terrified of weight gain or anything like that. But because I’m afraid that if I start taking time off, that suddenly, I will start drinking cokes and stop exercising magically. It it irrational. Yes. But I know I’m not alone. But I’m tired. And my body is asking for a break.
So I took one. I didn’t work out at all Wednesday. And I could be wrong, but my desire to drink cokes and eat ice cream didn’t magically increase. I am tired. And I honestly could use a really really good night of sleep before I hit that long run this weekend. But take Austin’s advice. And I’ve said this before. If you’re worn out. Like. Lay down. You won’t be a slob. Promise.