This has been the longest break I've ever taken from blogging (and writing in general). The more days I let pass without writing, the harder it was to get back into the routine. Hmmm. . .sounds like problems I've had with fitness routines, too!
I've been in Myrtle Beach and Florida for the past three weeks. With all the chaos in my life, I decided to pack my bags (and my kids' bags, too), and run away from trouble (see what I did there?). Just so nobody can accuse me of vagueposting, I'll give you a rundown on the chaos-part. If you're not interested, just skip it.
The Trouble I Ran from:
1. End of school year craziness (for both me and the kids)
2. Adjusting to the Kabyle Chef's new schedule and how it plays into our lives
|The wine will eventually help us adjust.|
3. Death of my grandmother
4. Death of my kids' beloved godmother, Beebah
|We love you, Beebah.|
5. The anniversary of my father's death
|I love you and miss you, Dad.|
6. Prince's death (It counts. Believe me.)
What I Ran to:
1. My best friend who lives in Myrtle Beach. I hadn't seen her for two years. She and her husband own a fabulous restaurant in North Myrtle Beach called Martini. They have the best happy hour ever--check it out!
|This is my soulmate.|
|We made Grammy hit the dab.|
2. My mother, who lives in Venice, FL
3. My sister, my three nieces, and my nephew, who drove in from Orlando
|My sister won the trophy at our Cheeseburger in Paradise contest.|
4. My brother, sister-in-law, and my two nieces who live in Naples, FL
|Ben holds his newborn cousin.|
5. HARRY POTTER WORLD, Peeps! OMG!!!!
|We got our wands from Ollivanders, of course.|
The only fixed goal on my schedule was Universal Studios. As I am a driven person, it was highly unusual for me to take a vacation with no real plans in mind. This was really good for me.
Those of you who know me know that I am very good at expressing rage (shut up) and joy and all of the emotions between those two. I am NOT good at expressing grief or sadness; I tend to hold it all in and push through whatever is going on in my life. I don't want that to be the example for my kids, so we had a talk about grief and missing those we love. I explained about how I deal with sorrow, and I told them that however they choose to deal with it is the right way.
Then I ran. I ran so far away. (Bonus points to the peeps who are old enough to get this.)
Oh, and I literally ran. I didn't think I'd be able to stick to my schedule, but except for a few runs, I pretty much nailed my training. The bonus was the workout room at my mom's clubhouse; it was TRICKED OUT, Peeps. Because of the heat, I tended to run a few miles on the treadmill, do some kettle bell, run again, more strength training on those incredible machines, run again. . . well, you get the picture.
The part of the training that I epically failed was the eating. And drinking. I have gained some weight, Peeps, but I know how to take care of that now. The interesting thing is that I'm not panicked about it. I know that I can get back to where I need to be; I just have to stick to it. And I will.
This has been a vacation of healing for me. I was able to spend time with the people I love, and I was able to let go of my control a little bit.
But now I'm back, and I'm fierce. I've got goals to crush, and I can't do that by sitting on my dupa.
|Well, I can sit on my dupa if I'm wearing BondiBand recovery socks.|
This post was supposed to be a short jump back into writing, but look what I've done! And I haven't even described my training during vacation! I will spare you this time, but stay tuned for my next post.
Just one last thing: you know my signature running look ALWAYS involves a Bondiband headband. I LURRVVV them! If you would like to order your own headbands, you can get a discount by using my code: TroubleRun.
|We are a Bondiband bunch of Turtles!|
|This one says, "Training with a hangover."|
|I would love to race my husband. I'd beat him without even trying.|
Until then, run happy, Peeps!
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