Had my Saturday pilates class followed by my boxing class, neither of which I’ve been to in almost a month, due to holiday closures, and my own holiday and work travel.
This morning’s aches are in (surprise) the delts, dorsal muscles, and triceps. Because I’m jogging with something like regularity now, the jump roping was easy. I’ll be in Denver most of this week, so I’m packing up my jump rope, CD player, and jogging clothes.
I have two big concerns about living out of hotels, because you generally see two types of female travelers: the ones who deal with it by living on lemon water and exercising 3 hours at the hotel gym every night, and the ones who deal with it living out of stuff they can get out of the minibar, which is convienent after long hours sitting in front of a computer and meeting with hysterical guys all day.
I don’t really want to be either of these “types.”
I’m packing mixed nuts and protein bars, they have omelettes for breakfast at the hotel instead of those hunger-inducing bread-filled continental type breakfasts, I can order salads from the cafeteria in the central corp. building for lunch, and they’ve got Lean Cuisine meals in the hotel “pantry” that you can take up to your room and microwave. They’ve also got a fridge in the room, so I can pack out some string cheese, too.
I’m trying to make them get my traveling schedule down so I can still get to my MA classes on Monday and Saturday. Throw in two jogging days the rest of the week, either one on Sunday and another on Weds or Thursday, or one on Tues. and one on Thurs. I’m also looking into buying water-inflatable free weights that I can pack with me so I can keep my morning free weights routine up.
Mainly, this is my way of battling depression, believe it or not. I’m well aware that living out of hotel rooms is going to be stressful on me, and my best bet for warding off freak-outs is to have very set routines: eating right and exercising has always been the first thing I change/interrogate when my moods start to spike. I’ve also invested way too much time in these great arm muscles and kicking leg strength to see them atrophy in Denver, or Dallas, or New York.
This is gonna be a bitch, yea, but nothing worth doing is easy, and I think it’ll keep me sane throughout what’s ramping up to be a really frickin wacky year.
