Due to my occupation and general disposition, I’m quite a planner. I write my workouts down on my calendar and treat them like I would any other commitment. So when it is fairly rare for me to ditch a previously planned workout.
This week, of all weeks in the year, has been the exception. While most others in the world are busy making good on their New Year’s Resolutions to exercise every day, I am just trying to keep my head above water.
CES = pain for publicists. It’s an extremely exciting show filled with tons of media opportunities. It also means two – three days of very erratic eating schedules and never sitting down. It’s trying, but rewarding. On Wednesday morning, I woke up, intending to get my morning workout in. But the knowledge of the physical trial ahead got the best of me mentally, and I opted to stay in bed. Of course, during my time in Vegas, working out was not an option.
Yesterday, husband and I triumphantly made it to the gym to get a doozy of a workout in before our “date night.” (It was my turn to plan, so you can bet it was AWESOME!) We got to the gym and through a series of misunderstandings and forgotten items, husband was rendered unable to workout. He waited for me, but with the knowledge that he was bored and waiting around, my workout was abbreviated.
This morning we woke up to gallons of water spilling over our sink. This is the second major plumbing emergency we’ve had in this apartment in the past two months, and so we went into action, bailing water out the window in buckets, etc. Needless to say, my well-intentioned 9am workout has not and probably will not happen today. I could go now, but I already promised my parents I would go watch some FOOTBALL with them and hang out.
All I can do is hope that next week will be different, right?