Whew, days off are tough.
Man, I do *not* do well with four days off in a row! Blame it on PMS. Blame it on Claritin. Or perhaps the one-glass-too-many of red wine last night. Blame it on whatever you like, but I was a big ol’ crank-monster this morning.
Around noon today, I looked up at the temperature sensor and realized it was 70 (!) degrees outside. And you know what? I was still in my jammies, sipping coffee. We decided that a hike was in order. I learned the hard way that I can’t tell my 2-1/2 year old that we’re going hiking until it’s time to head out the door. I now have video footage of her sitting at the table (after I’d told her we were going to hike after lunch) bawling, “No mac-n-cheese! Hike! Hike!” It’s pitiful, but it also warms my heart — the early start I gave her (hiking with her since she was about 1-1/2 weeks old) is now paying off!
We made it about 2/3ish of the way up Atalaya Mountain — a trail I will definitely revisit — when I realized that my new hiking boots (only the second real hike with them) were rubbing my heel too severely for me to continue. We returned to the car (still got a good 1 hour, 45 minutes of hiking in!), and when I removed my right boot, I realized that it’s a good thing we turned around. I have a blister area about the size of a quarter — thankfully, not popped.
Have I mentioned how much I love REI’s return policy? It’s likely that I’ll be able to exchange these for a trail shoe instead. It would seem that ankle-high hiking boots and I simply don’t get along, as each pair I’ve tried rubs my right heel and bruises my left ankle bone. *sigh* Back to trail runners…
Anyway, I felt mentally MUCH better after a hike. I desperately needed some more exercise. Even PBS at the trail head felt heavenly!
Now that I’ve taken my four days off from working T-Tapp hard, I’m beyond ready to hit it again. I plan to give AnaLee’s suggested schedule a try, at least for a couple weeks, to see how I feel — but so far, my sense is still that what my body needs is a bit more, not less. Time will tell. I do know for sure that my eating suffers when I don’t work out daily — I feed myself SO MUCH better when I’m active.
Thus says the gal who ate greasy pizza, followed by sorbet tonight. So there.