We are ten days into the new year, and many people are still dutifully hitting the gym or the running trails (if it’s not too cold!) to keep up with their resolutions. Meanwhile, today is the first time in a long while that I can recall not working out two days in a row. And I am completely okay with that.
At school, I’d work out six days a week. M-F, 6:30 a.m., I’d be at the gym ready for my 40 minutes cardio and 20 minutes weights. Saturdays I usually used football games as my workout (easily 10,000+ steps, not a lot of tailgate food). But, I was exhausted. This regimented routine was wearing me down and I needed a break.
Well, I got that in the form of “unemployment,” or, a less severe title: “recent grad.” For the past three weeks, with the holidays and everything, my daily schedule has wildly fluctuated. I’ve started waking up around 7, 7:30, now I’m looking at 8:00 a.m. My workouts has shifted from the bike at the gym to the treadmill at home – in the afternoons. The biggest thing I’ve realized about this, is that it is all completely okay.
It’s okay if one day’s workout wasn’t as intense as another’s, or if I didn’t hit my target mileage. I have become a self-imposed robot that This. Is the Way. Things. Must. Be. Done. But life isn’t like that. I’m learning to be a bit more flexible and get some more sleep.