Cabo

A week ago we were in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico soaking up the sun, sipping on margaritas (and mojitos and Miami Vices and Dos Equis, and tequila shots…well I guess you don’t sip on those).  It was an amazingly relaxing vacation full of lounging, sleeping, resting, reading and lounging some more.  I had every intention of working out while we were there. I packed four changes of workout clothes, and even wore my running shoes on the airplane (to avoid taking up valuable space in my suitcase).  Day one we finally got the hotel around 4 and the only thing on our minds was getting in a couple of hours by the pool before the sun went down.  By the time morning rolled around the thought of working out was as far from my mind as work! I wouldn’t change a minute of our vacation. It was perfect.  But Cabo, can I please have my motivation back?  I think I left it there! 

We got home Monday night late and were back at work Tuesday morning.  Tuesday night I went to bootcamp and Kyle went to soccer.  Talk about shock! I wasn’t tired on Tuesday, but by the time Monday morning rolled around I looked like I had a whole luggage set under my eyes rather than bags.  And my muscles!  To not workout for a whole week and then let Priscilla kick my butt at bootcamp was nothing less than torture…I’m pretty sure she was kicking it a little harder because she was jealous that i got to leave the rainy northwest and visit the sun!  Or at least that’s what I like to tell myself…it probably wasn’t any harder than usual, but it sure felt like it!

Anyway, I was limping around like a 90 year old, and could hardly keep my eyes open.  We ran a couple of miles on Thursday thinking it would loosen up my muscles from bootcamp and get me ready for a long run on Saturday…Yeah, not so much.   I didn’t move an inch Friday, Saturday or Sunday.

Today is Monday and I’m determined to reclaim my motivation from Cabo.  It is mine after all.  Why should Cabo get to keep it??  I started this morning right.  Ate a healthy breakfast, and remembered to bring my lunch and water bottle to work.  I’m starting now to mentally prepare myself for our 6 mile run tonight.  The last time we ran 6 miles I felt pretty good, so I’m clinging to that with everything I’ve got.  Hopefully the fact that I’ve run a grand total of 2 miles in 2 weeks won’t have too much affect on me…Maybe I will just feel rested.   Maybe zebras will appear in my living room with 9 million dollars in unmarked bills and ask me to go on vacation with them in Zanzibar.  Maybe.