I was off for 2 weeks beginning May 28th. I went to London & Pairs! Here's a photo of me with the London Eye in the background:
We had a great time in London, Canterbury, Dover, and Paris. I'll have more pics at some point!
I returned on a Wednesday evening and by Friday I was traveling again to my college reunion. That was over the weekend. I got back fairly early Sunday afternoon and did a few things around town (like grocery shopping!).
I was all ready to go get back into the gym after a 2 week hiatus on Monday morning. I packed my gym bag, packed my lunch, and laid out my workout clothes. I awakened prior to my alarm clock at 4:15 (clock set for 4:30). I got up then and decided to get a head start. I was in the car and ready go go by 4:45 and the car wouldn't start. Huh? This can't be happening. I just had it serviced it on Thursday upon my return!
15 min. later and I was still at home. Mad! I was so looking forward to my gym workout. I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't going to happen and I moved on. I used my mom's car as I'm in a training this week that I can't miss. It may not come around again for another year, and it is a valuable training. Therefore, I have yet to get my car back into the shop which means no gym workout this week before work. Booooooo!!!
On top of that, I haven't walked/run in the evening. By the time I get home, prepare my lunch for the next day, and prepare dinner, I'm whipped. I'm ready to go to sleep by 7 pm. I really think I'm not over jet lag or the time difference yet. The weekend trip to my college reunion didn't help as we up way late into the night and up really early in the morning. Plus, the training is quite intensive so I must be own the entire time I'm there.
Next week, I'm in New Orleans for another event. So I don't foresee a return to my regular schedule until another week or so.