I have to say I definitely enjoyed my week off. I had planned to get back to routine yesterday, but good old TOM decided to give that idea a swift kick in the pants. I know that day in particular is a rough, painful day for me that leads to workout struggles, so I decided to give it one more day.
However, today, it is time to get back to it. I don't regret my "reset" week at all, but rather I want to embrace it as a challenge. I get caught up in routines and the idea that if life goes wackadoo, I can't follow routine and thus everything falls apart. That's happened before. Last fall I wound up getting injured and after a week off just ended up throwing in the towel and not starting back up. I wanted to challenge myself to get back up and do what I need to do after a break.
Life happens. Illness, exhaustion, injury, bad weather, chores, family...and most of the time, we can schedule exercise so that it is a priority in the midst of all of that. Other times, we may have to cut a workout, take a rest day, or in my case, a rest week. But what I have to focus on is staying with it after life shifts back to normal. Which is what I'm doing this week.
One thing last week I did do that was "healthy" was go on a hike at Burgess Falls here in Tennessee. They are an amazing set of falls. The hike to the outlook isn't bad, in my opinion, but it's pretty strenuous to hike to the bottom of the falls.
My last trip to these falls was about 4-5 years ago. I was at 253 and it was really difficult to get to the bottom of the falls. I even had a moment where I thought I wouldn't make it back up and I started to panic and cry. I just didn't have the strength to pull myself up. I had hoped to come back this time around and see how different it would be.
Unfortunately, we had a lot of rain last Thursday and not only was the water level up, but the spray from the falls had soaked all of the rocks and made them extremely treacherous. A few teenagers and college kids (who have no fear) had braved them, but you could tell they were soaked through from the spray and covered in mud.
We made it about two-thirds of the way down. I finally reached a point where I had to check my pride and say, "OK, this is too dangerous and we need to go back." I felt like a big weenie until B said he was glad I decided to turn around. He didn't want to try it either.
But that trip was definitely different than it was 4 years ago. It was tough, but nothing like it was 50-ish pounds ago. But no worries, I will be back one day. And I WILL make it to the base of the falls again.
Some pics for you: