Hi everyone!! I am back from my trip to Europe and let me tell you… it was amazing. I’ll have full recaps coming for you guys on each city over the next few weeks, but today I wanted to touch on my workouts in each city.
When we were packing for the trip both James and I fully intended on working out at least a handful of times. We knew that we wouldn’t workout everyday, nor did we want to, but we planned on trying to work out 4 times over the course of the 10 days. We packed some workout clothes and our sneakers and optimistically talked about our plans to run around each city.
Guess how many times we worked out? Z E R O. Not one time, none, zip, zilch. Why didn’t we work out, you ask. Great question! Different excuses for different days, but to be honest, we just didn’t really feel like it. Sleeping in and spending the morning just laying in bed with each other was more exciting than finding a gym or going for a run. It was really cold and really rainy most days so running wasn’t really an option. We were walking 6+ miles every day and felt like that was enough. The list of reasons could go on and on. The main point is that we didn’t workout and we didn’t really mind one bit.
In the past not working out for 10 whole days wouldn’t really have been an option for me. Especially not on a trip that was filled with wine, cheese, and chocolate. In the past I would have handled this in one of three ways:
Option A, not working out would not have been an option. I would have found away to exercise, even if it meant doing 100 burpees in my room every single morning. Now, that sounds miserable, obsessive, and exhausting.
Option B, I would have not worked out, but been obsessive over every calorie I put in my mouth. Every glass of wine, every piece of cheese, I would have mentally logged, while simultaneously making it my personal mission to find salads and green juices. I also would have been a miserable person to be around.
Option C, totally say f*ck it. If I wasn’t working out, all possibility of a remotely healthy trip would have gone out the window. I would spend every day binging on the unhealthiest choices and have spent the trip hating myself and feeling gross.
None of those options sound very appealing, do they? No, they don’t.
I’m not going to lie and say there weren’t a few times that I felt a little uncomfortable or that I wished I had worked out that morning. There were, but those moments were fleeting and overall unimportant. Am I going to look back in five years and say to myself, “You know I really wish I had gone on a run that morning in Amsterdam!” No, I’m not. I’m going to look back in five years and say, “Wow, that lazy morning in bed in Amsterdam, followed by Dutch Crepes, and a run/walk to the Hermitage Museum because it was pouring rain, was the perfect day with my best friend.”
Because of all the walking we did, James and I both still felt like we were moving our bodies and staying healthy. We explored new cities with each other, climbed to the top of Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower for the views, not the calories. We tried to balance the cheese with some greens, but when we couldn’t we didn’t sweat it.
It’s nice to be back in our routines and in our space. My first two stops when I returned were to Whole Foods for groceries and Fierce45 for a workout, but I don’t plan on detoxing all week either. I grabbed food and beers with friends immediately after because I missed them and wanted to catch up. If it was nice I may have suggested a walk, but it was snowing so food and beers it was.
Life is too short to spend every moment obsessing over food and workouts. Eat the cheese, drink the wine, move your body to feel good. Live your life, love others, and enjoy every moment. You aren’t going to look back and remember the workouts or the salads. You’re going to look back and remember the time with your loved ones and the