Ok, I need to address something that Kari's latest post reminded me of. Apparently, in the blog world, rest days are "hard". Practically impossible.
No, they are not. As I discussed with Emily, who seems to be the only blogger that shares my opinion, working out is hard. Resting is easy.
Step 1: Find couch
Step 2: Plant butt on couch
Step 3: There is no step 3
(Full disclosure - I based my resting plan extensively on Barney Stinson's marathon running plan.)
Or, you know, if it's not a weekend or you can't sit on the couch all day, just go about your normal routine, except use the time you would normally spend exercising catching up on the 5 million things that we all need to do.
I've beat my head against the wall talking to my friends and trying to understand this whole "resting is hard" thing, and I just don't get it. Ok, if you have an extended illness or injury that requires you to miss excessive time, sure, that's frustrating. But one rest day in an otherwise tough workout week? Awesome, and essential.
Therefore, I will have to just accept that I disagree with most other bloggers on this, and no longer dignify that statement with a response. Although, I have to point out that the fact that we have an obesity epidemic going on in America really supports my viewpoint here. However, if you are one of the many people in the "rest is hard" camp, let me say, I believe that you believe that. (That is the most annoying statement anyone can ever make during an argument. Try it next time you find yourself in one. Especially with your spouse.)
Despite a crazy workout on Sunday, Monday was not a rest day for me (I had the whole day off, so that would have been a total waste). I tried to sleep in and hit the pool for my swim in the late morning, but it was a major fail. I was totally nauseous and after 37 minutes gave up and got out. The one other time I swam later in the day the same thing happened, so I think I just have to accept that swimming is a first thing in the morning/empty stomach activity for me. At least in the nasty chlorine filled cesspool that I swim in, since I've swam in open water after breakfast and been fine.
So, for the record, I'm blaming chlorine and breakfast for my sickness. There's no way my Sunday night recovery foods played into it, my choices were beyond reproach.
That's actually a kale and peanut butter smoothie, the wine is made from chia seeds, and you can clearly see a water glass back there.
I didn't feel so good after the failed swim, and my quads were pretty tight, so I considered skipping my bike ride. Then I got an email saying that the location had changed so that the ride could be a "recovery ride" so I really had no excuse to continue laying on the couch.
I charged my Garmin, but it died about 2 minutes into the ride, nearly causing me to have a nervous breakdown, because if I don't know how far I've gone and how long it took, why even bother? Luckily, the other cyclist had one of those fancy bike computer thingies and she said we rode 12.5 miles in an hour. I thought recovery ride meant slow AND flat (hence the change of location), but apparently to the BATC it just means slow.
We went on some really cool trails with pretty views. I just recently mastered scratching my nose while riding without falling off, so there's no way in hell I'll ever be taking pictures on the bike, but here's some I took in the car before I left.
|Random meeting spot that took me a half hour to find|
|Druid Hill Lake - so pretty, yet so ghetto|
Ok, time to weigh in on the rest day thing - love it or hate it?