So, A Week Off Kind’ve Happened…
It certainly wasn’t intentional. I took last Tuesday and Wednesday off from work, since I’d agreed to cater a 40-person dinner on Wednesday night, and figured that it would be a good idea to give myself actual time to do it. The best part was that Lady Aravan volunteered to do the desserts and took those days off as well. Tuesday, we got up, did Bob’s cardio exercise, felt great, and went clothes shopping. Had a great time, got home, started prepping some food and throwing stuff into slow cookers. So far so good, day off and still worked out!
Then Wednesday came. At this point I began to feel a little apprehensive about the whole catering thing. I’m not a chef, or even a cook. I cook, which is different, and I love doing it, but that doesn’t mean I have the first clue about how to cook for 40 people. I was worried about portions, and having enough grub, and all that stuff. It was the total nerd in me that wanted to do it: the event was a party a local hobby store has every year for Bilbo and Frodo Baggins’ birthdays on September 22nd, and as an absolute Tolkien nut, I wanted to cater the event using only foods explicitly mentioned in the books whenever possible. Long story short, I cooked all day Wednesday, got to the event, everything went well, huzzah.
Except, I didn’t work out.
No biggie. I ended up at the event until 10 pm, about an hour and a half past my bedtime. After being on my feet all day, I was tired and sore. When the alarm went off at 4:30, Lady Aravan and I mutually agreed to tell the alarm to piss off and slept until 6. No workout.
The next day was Friday. Again, the alarm went off, and again I told it to take a hike. No workout. I weighted in, and was 3 pounds down from the last weigh-in (which is totally bogus, since my last weigh-in was one of those phantom 1-pound gain days). OK then. That night was a friend’s birthday, so we had a bunch of people over for drinks. Got to bed at 4 am after a few, errr, several drinks. Slept in until 9 or so on Saturday, not too hungover or anything, but tired. Did nothing all day Saturday but lay around and play video games.
Sunday, I left early and picked up a couple of friends and drove to Baltimore. One friend is a huge Browns fan, and 6 months prior we’d all agreed to go to the game and cheer on the Browns. We went to Geppi’s Museum right next door – a museum for nerds, essentially, especially comic-book nerds and an awesome place – and then to the game. Had a great time despite the drunk obnoxious fans directly in front of us, forcing me to contemplate how the phone call to Lady Aravan would go when I called to inform her that I was in jail for getting into a brawl in the stands. Managed to not get into a fight – woo hoo! – and headed home after, picked up my Lady, and went to dinner. Night over, no exercise.
Monday morning, heh. They are a struggle at the best of times. Slept in until 6 am dreading the prospect of entering my workplace, where I feel trapped and can watch my soul get sucked out of me right before my eyes. Didn’t even have the drive to lift at lunch, did 3 dumbbell curl sets and just changed my clothes and went back to my desk.
Finally, though, Tuesday rolled around. No more excuses time. Got up and did Bob’s cardio workout, which was BRUTAL. I felt like it was the first time all over again. It’s been a long time since I took a week off, and I felt it. Since I was forced into a 2-and-a-half hour lunch meeting with work, I couldn’t lift. This morning, we did Jillian’s No More Trouble Zones, and I struggled like I haven’t in a really long time. Got through it though.
I hurt. Lady Aravan hurts. We did it to ourselves, but we recognize the fact that we could have exercised and chose not to. We’re back, though, ready to get crazy and push it. That is our routine, after all, and there is comfort in the routine. It’s good to be back.