I enjoyed the most fabulous, idyllic weekend in San Diego at a friend’s beach house. Just a couple of nights of good company, ocean breezes, the sound of the waves and unbelievable views of the Pacific Ocean. I sat on my lounge chair and watched the surfers and beach runners – from what I witnessed; San Diego is a very fit city. Of course the weekend included a run – an easy 5-miler through the neighborhood streets…. I never pass up an opportunity to run at sea level. Yesterday, we spent the afternoon traveling back to real life – planes, trains and automobiles…. got home, caught up on laundry, kids’ school work, housework – like I said, real life.
I got my gym bag ready to go for Monday morning only to wake up feeling a bit under the weather. Not full–on flu style or anything but a little achy, very tired and lethargic. I took some ibuprofen in the morning, skipped the gym and counted on feeling better later … hoping to get in at least a light run or work out at some point. It never happened. The lethargy stayed with me all day. I felt better when the Motrin kicked in but really just longed for a nap most of the day…I ended up spending the day snoozing, watching Weeds and surfing all the internets. It’s hard to express how hard this is for me without seeming like I am totally crazy. I hate skipping a work out – I usually take a day off during the week –but I already had that day (Sunday’s travel day). Two days in a row wreaks havoc on my psyche … I am totally OCD about this stuff. I 
fear losing fitness, muscle tone, flab – I know, a little over the top. I had convos in my head all day - I didn’t feel that bad I told myself – but then I just couldn’t get the mojo to get moving… finally I gave up, skipped – ending argument: pushing it could turn my 2 day break into 3 or more. Ok the trip was totally worth it… even if I had a bit of a sick Monday but I really want to be back on my feet tomorrow- it’s unbelievable but my shoes are still in the suitcase!!
