I can be pretty uptight sometimes. If Sean is reading this I guarantee you he is emphatically shaking his head in agreement. Lately I’ve been so focused on building back up to running and getting back in shape that a lot of other things have taken a backseat. This weekend that changed.
Saturday, after running and working out, Sean and I loaded up the car and headed out to our old stomping grounds in San Marcos. San Marcos is like a slice of heaven for me, and I miss every. single. thing. about it. We went to San Marcos to do something that exemplifies my college experience – float the river. And we did so with two of Sean’s friends from high school who we also went to college with. Everything about it was perfection.
I didn’t worry about calories, I didn’t worry about if I was on my fifth or sixth beer, I didn’t worry about if chips were a healthy dinner or not… in fact I didn’t worry about anything other than if my shirt was still wearable after shotgunning a beer and, subsequently, spilling beer all over it. This picture sums it up perfectly:
That’s me, in the back, still trying to finish my beer after everyone else finished. Maybe I’m a little rusty.
Needless to say, I was in fine form yesterday. I snacked a lot, I wasn’t really all that healthy, and I was completely wiped out. And I really wouldn’t have it any other way. I laughed a lot this weekend, I relaxed for the first time in forever, and I enjoyed being the only girl with just the guys. Guys are so much easier to hang out with sometimes. There’s a lot less gossiping.
I also slept phenomenally last night. Probably because I didn’t sleep at all this weekend. When I woke up this morning I thought about feeling guilty for not being healthier this weekend and then I told myself to shut up and rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour. Because sometimes it’s worth it to just let it all go for a few days and enjoy just living.
Needless to say, I am ready to get back into the regular swing of things today. But I also wouldn’t change a thing about this weekend, even if I did exercise poor eating more than I actually exercised. I’m probably never going to be the perfect example of a “healthy living blogger” nor am I going to be someone that eats clean and works out diligently 100% of the time, and I’m OK with that. And whether I’m laughing because I giddily just ran three miles for the first time in months or because I just lost count of how many beers I’ve had doesn’t really make much of a difference to me, as long as I’m laughing.