My last real workout was three weeks ago. I cannot remember the last time I took this much time off physically, but it does feel good to “feel good” again.
My husband and I road tripped during the last week of August, ending in Las Vegas for 3 days. I forgot how terrible the air quality is there: no matter where we went, inside or out, our lungs were clogged with secondhand smoke. (I’m totally not kidding.) I really couldn’t wait to get back to NYC where smoking is pretty much illegal (thank you, Bloomberg).
Typically after a vacation, I’m chomping at the bit to get my hands on work, but this time I felt lethargic, unenthused and out-of-sorts. On the third day back, I was so sick I swore I’d never be well again. This went on for an entire week, and gradually I got better, but have wanted my immune system to get back up before exercising again.
To kick things off, I biked to work today. The wind felt so good in Central Park and the adrenaline came rushing back as I competed with cabs in Times Square. I have re-hired my boxing trainer and signed up for 6 NYRR races before years’ end. Bring it.