Thursday, October 21, 2010
After completing my 5k (and the biggest athletic accomplishment of my adult life), I kinda went into a fitness funk. There wasn't really a need to get those 2 miles in before work in the morning. So in my mind there wasn't much of a need to get any miles in that day. It might have had something to do with going on this to see this:
But! There was a gym on the boat and I worked out twice. On vacation even! When did I become one of those people? One day I ran for 25 minutes on the treadmill. Another day the gym was full so I ran up and down the 10 flights of stairs on the ship for 20 minutes.
Which, by the way, if you ever get the chance to do that while you're on a cruise? Don't. Especially not on the first day of the cruise when you have days and days of sight seeing to do after. Your calves will hate you and be very vocal in letting you know their sudden want to be liberated from the rest of your silly legs.
Despite the 6 course meals every night and all-you-can-eat all-day-long buffets I managed not to gain any weight. I did not, however, manage to find a new goal to replace my 5k goal. Not yet anyway.
This new found strength in my body is so invigorating. I no longer find eating healthy a chore, but a way to get my body the best fuel possible to run in its most efficient state. I don't think of exercise as something to do to loose weight but to get stronger and faster.
Now I feel like I need to put a disclaimer here: I still eat lots of chocolate and burritos. I still talk myself out of going for runs sometimes. I still get disappointed when I can't quite button my skinny jeans and have to go for a size up that day. I am still my fantastically flawed self.
But I'm stronger too.