I thought there was a virtue in always being cool.
As is usually the case after a vacation, it pretty much sucks to be back.
But it was a great ten days. Perfect balance of laziness and activity, helped along by how hot it was in the desert. (Too damn hot to do much of anything for any extended period of time.) There was some fighting, and Vegas (where we ended our trip) was pretty much a bust, but in the end I’d say this duo came through its “first vacation together” incredibly well. I can’t really speak for my other half, but as far as I’m concerned, it was amazing how nice it was to spend an extended period of time together and just...be. And not only that, but with the exception of the aforementioned isolated incidents of fighting (which of course served their purpose as well), looking back, it kind of floors me how nicely we just...coexisted. Sigh. It was weird at first to come back and be/sleep alone. But good in its way.
So yesterday was spent frantically trying to dig myself out at work, while stubbornly refusing to acknowledge how exhausted I was. There really was no reason I should have been so tired after such a relaxing vacation! But I was, and though I had several goals for my evening once I got home from work, they were all squashed when I conked out around 7:30 after scarfing down a meager dinner of pb&j. Yum.
And now it’s back to the grind. And to the training. For that’s one thing I truly fucked up while on vacation. It became immediately clear that running outside would not be a possibility (hell, walking for more than a few minutes in that heat is about all I could handle), so I half-heartedly began searching for a gym I could visit in order to get in my daily workouts. There were plenty, and they were totally fine, but before I knew it the week had come and gone and I hadn’t done shit. Oops. So now I’ll be playing catch-up, and I’m just hoping it’s still early enough in the season for me to get back in my stride.
So here I am, back in NYC, and genuinely glad I missed the hellishness of last week’s heatwave. Who would have guessed that an “escape” to the relentless heat of the California desert would turn out to be an actual escape?
But it was a great ten days. Perfect balance of laziness and activity, helped along by how hot it was in the desert. (Too damn hot to do much of anything for any extended period of time.) There was some fighting, and Vegas (where we ended our trip) was pretty much a bust, but in the end I’d say this duo came through its “first vacation together” incredibly well. I can’t really speak for my other half, but as far as I’m concerned, it was amazing how nice it was to spend an extended period of time together and just...be. And not only that, but with the exception of the aforementioned isolated incidents of fighting (which of course served their purpose as well), looking back, it kind of floors me how nicely we just...coexisted. Sigh. It was weird at first to come back and be/sleep alone. But good in its way.
So yesterday was spent frantically trying to dig myself out at work, while stubbornly refusing to acknowledge how exhausted I was. There really was no reason I should have been so tired after such a relaxing vacation! But I was, and though I had several goals for my evening once I got home from work, they were all squashed when I conked out around 7:30 after scarfing down a meager dinner of pb&j. Yum.
And now it’s back to the grind. And to the training. For that’s one thing I truly fucked up while on vacation. It became immediately clear that running outside would not be a possibility (hell, walking for more than a few minutes in that heat is about all I could handle), so I half-heartedly began searching for a gym I could visit in order to get in my daily workouts. There were plenty, and they were totally fine, but before I knew it the week had come and gone and I hadn’t done shit. Oops. So now I’ll be playing catch-up, and I’m just hoping it’s still early enough in the season for me to get back in my stride.
So here I am, back in NYC, and genuinely glad I missed the hellishness of last week’s heatwave. Who would have guessed that an “escape” to the relentless heat of the California desert would turn out to be an actual escape?
posted by P/O at 7/25/2006 12:27:00 PM
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He has returned! I hear trumpets.
Welcome back.
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