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LAS VEGAS // BETTING ON YOURSELF

LAS VEGAS // BETTING ON YOURSELF

    First post in nearly a week, time flies when you're having fun (or at least that's what people say)! And boy did those 4 days of vacation fly by, way way too fast. Like one minute we were waiting an eternity just to get our boarding passes and bags checked at the Cedar Rapids airport and the next thing I knew we were getting into a cab at 3 a.m. and heading to Mccarran airport in Vegas. I know this blog is mainly dedicated to running, working out, and fitness related stuff...but learning how to be okay with taking time off from the gym and not stressing (too much) over what you eat during your time away is a topic that deserves some attention. You already know just how stressed out I was about having to take the time off from running and lifting. I was a little worried about not being able to track my food/eat my normal meals at home...but the whole not working out thing was what concerned me most. The first day out in the great state of Nevada was fine...probably because I was able to fit in a 2 hour work out before we left Iowa.

    And I even ate decently healthy considering the options we had for dinner that night. Flash forward to Saturday morning and dealing with the whole two hour time difference...and it was a whole 'nother story. I am so used to starting my day out with a good workout...running first, then incline walking, followed by lifting for 90 minutes or so. Waking up and having walking be the only form of exercise you are able to do for 4 days straight takes some getting used to. And man that first morning all I could think about was how on the walk to Denny's according to Iowa time I should be at the gym hitting legs for the second time that week. And how much my arms were going to shrink and lose all the muscle (aka not THAT much) that I had managed to put on them over the past few months. And how my body was going to just magically forget how to run. And the worst part was, every damn morning we walked there for breakfast we saw people out running...getting in their exercise and loving every minute of it...well I was being cut off from it. Even by the third day when I had begun to be able to tolerate and appreciate my time away from the gym and running...it still stung like salt on a wound to see those people out doing the thing I love most.

    So, we didn't do anything too exciting that first day, I don't even think we gambled..but the whole trip went by in kind of a blur. I know we bought our show tickets after we had dinner at Harrah's and I was beyond excited that we would be seeing Chris Angel the following night...not so excited about the fact that the show didn't start until 7 p.m. Day 2 was filled with walking a million miles, lot's of gambling, an alcoholic slushie, oh and seeing Chris FREAKING Angel. The magician who is way too hot to be 50 years of age. Besides seeing a stellar magic show and drooling over how if there is any guy I would break my whole not dating anyone over age 35 rule THIS would be THE GUY...we also visited the M&M shop as well as the candy store in our hotel. Oh, and I won like 90 bucks on a Homer Simpson machine. This was day two of no working out, but still loosely tracking calories...because apparently vacation is NOT the time to relax and take a "chill pill"

    Day three was the day that we did a shit ton of stuff. We visited our Dolphin and Big Cat friends at the Mirage...and if it had been 10-15 degrees warmer we (Mom & I) so would have sat there all day watching the dolphins. Oh, and before that place opened we had time to kill so we gambled a bit and I put a $20 bill from Larry into some machine he picked out for me and took away $150. Not a bad payout at all and I had a lot of fun having some actual luck for once in my life! We also rode this thing called the 'High Roller' that is pretty much a humongous Ferris wheel that is enclosed and you get a whole view of the strip during a 30 minute ride. It was pretty sweet because you could walk all around the little ball and see everything on the strip that isn't visible from the ground. After that fun filled day we ate at this 24 hour restaurant that was like less than 10 minutes from our hotel and got giant cheeseburgers. And then, if you thought this day couldn't get any better, we got to see PIFF THE MAGIC DRAGON AND MR. PIFFLES (the magic Chihuahua)!!! Hands down the BEST show/concert/etc. that I have ever been to. Like yeah Chris Angel was hot and all, but between that magic dog and Francis the Squire in those damn tights, this show blew away what I thought was the best magician in Vegas. Have you ever seen a dog poop out an egg that has an engagement ring inside of it? What about someone auctioning off a PB&J for $100? Yeah, I didn't think so.

     At the end of the day, I made it those four days without working out/running/tracking every bite of food I put into my body. Yes, it was hard/stressful/scary at first. And yes I would have much preferred to be able to at least work out a little bit rather than not at all. But, life happens, and I guess (in some people's opinions) there are more important things than running and lifting and trying to be a lean, mean, #jacked, fighting machine. My life just so happens to revolve around those things 99% of the time...so taking a break and chilling can be a challenge. The one piece of advice I would give to people who are going through a similar situation is this...Don't take an all or nothing approach when it comes to both exercise and diet while on vacation or when life interrupts your routine. Make the most the exercise you are able to get (like walking) and set a step/mile/time goal for how much of that exercise you want to do. Don't feel like every meal, every day has to be perfect or that you need to stress over everything you eat. Those first two days I was fairly active and tracked calories loosely, the last two days we didn't walk as much and I just ate when I was hungry and didn't freak out over having a burger and fries for the first time in forever. I did make sure that every morning at Denny's I got whole wheat pancakes with egg whites and turkey bacon. In my mind, this way I was able to at least leave a lot of calories for wherever we ate for dinner/any alcohol I might consume.

    And now, what you've all been waiting for (or probably skipped straight to because you don't give a damn about the fact that I was just in Las Vegas for four days and would go back in a heart beat if the opportunity came), THAT FIRST WORKOUT/RUN post vacation!!! It sucked. And sucked. And sucked some more until finally it was over and I felt like shit/out of shape/like that vacation really screwed up me up mentally and messed up my body image. Yes I know I drank far too little water, ate in caloric surplus a few days, and consumed way too much sodium. So, this workout was pretty much destined to be awful. And no it didn't help that I had piece of shit headphones that wouldn't stay in my damn ears while I was running...ON THE FRACKING TREADMILL. Oh, and did I mention I did zero stretching from right before my workout last Friday until this morning before my workout?! Yikes. It's no wonder my legs were fighting me the entire 6 miles and throughout my leg day. I was so close to quitting 1.5 miles in...and even closer to quitting at mile 3. By the time I reached mile 4, feeling pukey and like my legs were made entirely of jello, I figured if I had suffered this long I might as well just go 6 miles.

    As bad as both my run and lift were, they paled in comparison to just how bloated, out of shape, and self-conscious I felt the entire 3 hours I was at the gym. And no the gym wasn't super packed or anything like that. And no it's not like anyone said, "Wow Caitlyn, you ran slow AF and are looking a whole lot like the Pillsbury dough boy these days...eat a little to shitty on your trip?!" And yes I know that it will take a few days for my body to get back into my workout routine and get re-hydrated from the lack of water I put into in during my time in Vegas. But, damn if my self-conscious ass wasn't able to listen to reason and felt the need to focus in on all of my insecurities during today's workout. There was no getting in the zone or just enjoying finally being able to run/lift again. It was all negativity and being hyper aware of the fact that I am not a size two with a freaking six-pack (newsflash: never have been, never will, isn't even a goal, just what society expects from basically everyone who loses weight I guess)

    I say all this, because this is how a lot of people feel this time of year, especially going into the new year when everyone is setting health and fitness resolutions. My resolution is to start betting on myself. Believing in myself. Working on being less self-conscious. Not joking about the whole #foreveralone or the fact that my streak of being single probably will make it to 22 years. Not complaining about how I am "behind schedule" in comparison to where I thought I would be at this point in my life. Nope. The goal/resolution is to bet on myself. Believe that I am capable of success if every area of my life, even when it comes to scary shit like dating or running 13.1 miles. And I know it's going to take a lot of work. It's not going to be easy. And also, there is no quantifiable way to measure how my progress along the way. And I'm perfectly fine with that. And I encourage anyone and everyone to make goals/resolutions similar to this one. And don't wait until January 1st, start now, LIKE RIGHT FREAKING NOW. Make it your mission to believe in yourself. Bet on YOU being successful in anything you decided to take on in the upcoming weeks and months. Know that you will fail and fall along the way. Learn how to learn from your mistakes. Most importantly, "Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game" -Babe Ruth.
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