What a whirlwind the last couple of weeks have been. From the mountains of Colorado, beneath beautiful, fiery skies…
…to sunny and warm Arizona, where I enjoyed 80-degree weather as my people back home sat shivering in the cold…
…I haven’t had more than a moment’s rest. But boy has it been fun.
Let’s start at the very beginning though.
Last Wednesday, I boarded a plane to Colorado — my second time visiting the beautiful state, but my first in winter. My first day in Colorado I unfortunately had to spend working, but on the bright side was able to escape the great indoors for at least a quick, perfect run.
It wasn’t a long run at all, primarily because I didn’t realize that the community we were staying in was right off a highway, and highways aren’t safe for running. Or so I hear. Two miles or so — 20 minutes max. But it was lovely nonetheless. And I was on vacation, so what the hey. In these instances, you take what you can get.
Skiing is something I never did growing up. My family has a chocolate store, and chocolate season (think Valentine’s Day and Christmas) coincide perfectly with winter weather. My first time on a mountain was at the age of 23. Just four years later, I’ve gotten just three weekends of practice under my belt. Not enough to be a pro, exactly.
Put it this way; my confidence is slight when I’m wearing too-tight boots, leaning slightly forward, trying to keep my balance, staring straight down a vertical drop (relative to me, though let’s be honest, I stuck to green trails). If you’re a newbie like myself, I highly recommend taking a lesson. My the second day, I’d even say that I wasn’t half bad. But probably, I wasn’t that good either.
More important than expertise, to me, is that being on skis makes Noah happy. Yes, I could sit back in the lodge, enjoy hot chocolate and booze, or treat myself to a lovely massage. But, much like running, skiing is another activity that my husband and I can do together. Even if we break apart during the day so he can ski black diamonds and I can tumble down a trail of my own.
After four days on the slopes, we parted ways — he, home to Philadelphia and me, to Arizona for a B2B content conference. I won’t bore you with the details of creating collateral for a SaaS organization — but I will brag about how warm it was with a poolside picture…
…and a snapshot from my 3-mile morning run.
Obviously, by the time I got home this past Wednesday night, a solid week after leaving, I felt a little like this.
(Seabass and I look alike when sleeping. Like mother, like cat.)
Somehow, I managed to squeeze in a workout each day since my return, though because of the sub-zero temps here in Philly, I had to be creative. On Thursday, I submitted to a spin class, of which my negative sentiments still have not changed. On Friday, I Jillian Michaeled (is that a verb?) in my living room. And finally, by the weekend, it had warmed up enough to run. The runs were in snow and slush, but a run is a run is a run.
Maintaining healthy habits isn’t easy when you’re on the go. Getting back into your routine upon returning home can be even more challenging. In the end, all you can do is your very best. Even if there are a few beers, milkshakes, and nerds on a rope in between.
How do you maintain healthy habits while traveling? And, when you get back, do you jump right into it, or give yourself some recovery time?