Hi! Iâ€™m back. I have several more vacation posts that I wrote on the plane (what else was I going to do with 8 hours?) but my computerâ€™s being a jerk so Iâ€™m starting with this. I know vacation posts can get boring, but I want to have them as much of a record for me as for you, honestly. Do let me know if thereâ€™s any questions you have about anywhere I went!
So, usually my attitude towards exercising on vacation is that I love to try to get it in when I can, but I donâ€™t stress about it and if I really just want to sleep inâ€¦then I do. As always, having an accountability buddy helps, so I was glad that both Ashley and Bo were down for some workouts while I was away with them this week. Though, quite honestly, I donâ€™t eat as healthily as I should these days, I knew that Iâ€™d be eating quite heavy and rich food while away and that Iâ€™d just feel better if I got some movement in.
So hereâ€™s just a peek of how I exercised my way through Europe while still getting some days to sleep in and without letting workouts take over my vacation.Â
Saturday:Â Land, immediately hike 12ish miles. This. Was. Hard. (But I think it beat the jet lag.)
Sunday:Â Our legs hurt like hell, so we spent 90 minutes walking around Geneva shaking our legs out, and Ashley showing me the city and her favorite places. Sheâ€™s lived there for over a year and I hadnâ€™t visited it, so it was really nice to give context to the places I hear her talking about and that I read about on her blog.
Monday:Â Bo and I had gone to Gruyere for the day. Iâ€™d slept in some, and weâ€™d left as soon as Iâ€™d gotten ready. I needed some movement after the cheese, chocolate and heavy soup for lunch and before dinner, so I went for a run by myself around Geneva just before the sun went down. â€œAre you sure you know where youâ€™re going?â€ they both asked. â€œItâ€™s getting dark.â€ Yes, mom. Though Iâ€™m terrible at giving directions, Iâ€™m surprisingly intuitive at getting around (sometimes), and I knew if I just followed some landmarks and ran down to the lake and back, Iâ€™d be fine. (And I was. Save for mounting their Killer Hill of Death on the way back up to their apartment.)
BRINGING SEXY BACK, YUP.
Tuesday:Â This was the most fun workout of the trip! Ashleyâ€™s on a swim team at work, and they have practices twice a week. While Tuesday wasnâ€™t an official practice day, Ashley and Bo wanted to swim anyway, so Bo and I joined before Ashley went to work. Bo and I had plans to hit the road early for Cote du Rhone, so this worked out well enough. Weâ€™d get a workout in and be on our way. We were at the pool by 7:30, and decided to do a 500 to warm up, followed by 50 x 10 intervals of one lap sprint, one lap recovery, and a 200 to cool down. We ended with a total of 1700m. Iâ€™ve swum nearly that before in the NYC Tri (aided by the Hudsonâ€™s current), but that was a few months ago. It was fun to share a lane with Ashley (and like 10 other people.)Â
My pool is SHORT (15m vs. this 50m), so the 50m length seemed a little daunting at first. I knew I could do the distance, but Iâ€™d sight every once in a while while breathing, expecting to see the wall much closer than it was, only to be disappointed. The other interesting part about this workout was the changing facilities. WAY WAY DIFFERENT than anything Iâ€™ve ever seen in the U.S. The locker room was basically co-ed, so you put your belongings in a co-ed locker area, and went into a changing room if you had to do any changing. If you had to shower, you went into a communal showering room. (There were separate ones for men and women.) You shower in your bathing suit, and then you can dry your hair/body under this weird hairdryer that made me feel like I was at a carwash.
Wednesday:Â Bo and I had originally looked into a running tour of Lyon, but decided to kind of sleep in and just do our own running tour of Lyon. Thankfully heâ€™s much better at directions than me, so he mapped out a route for us that took us from where we were staying in ___ into the Old City and back, over the bridges (which reminded me a lot of Dublin.)
Thursday:Â Ashley was swimming early, and we were all heading to Italy around 3:30, so I just didnâ€™t feel like being on a schedule when I knew the next few days would be pretty scheduled out. I walked around the Old City of Geneva for probably about an hour, though.
Friday:Â We had to be on the road by 8:15, but Ashley and I decided we wanted to get a run in before a day of wine tasting and what was sure to be a hearty dinner. We ran about 3-4 miles in Turin. Neither of us were very sure of where we were going, so we stuck to the road the hotel was on and just ran an out-and-back.
Saturday:Â Oh, Saturday. Does running back and forth to the bathroom count? I woke up in the middle of the night violently ill, and spent all day Saturday in bed with a stomach bug, sleeping and feeling bummed that I was missing my second-to-last day of vacation, hoping I didnâ€™t have Ebola, and hoping Iâ€™d be able to make it back in the car the next day and my flight the following day.
Sunday:Â I was feeling about 95% but didnâ€™t want to deplete myself further, so laid low.
Monday:Â On Sunday night, Ashley asked if Iâ€™d wanted to run in the morning with her before work. Should I sleep in on my last day of vacation or should I run with my former running buddy who moved across the ocean? I think you know the answer. I was up by 6:20 and we were out the door for 3.5 miles. It wasnâ€™t the fastest or the chattiest, but it got the job done.
7/10 days? Works for me! Pretty close to that whole 80/20 balance thing.
What about you? How much do you work out on vacation?