(trying to take a picture of yourself on a treadmill is hard)
Since I am trying to get in better shape, I made a promise to myself that I would get down to the fitness center in my hotel (with FOUR treadmills) every morning and start the day with an hour of walking.
Okay, so I never did an hour.
And I even skipped a day.
But I was walking all over downtown and all through the Convention Center and all over my hotel and all over 3 different airports, and ended up doing over 60,000 steps during the course of my trip. I DID go to the fitness center every day except one (I forgot my alarm doesn’t go off on weekends and barely got ready in time for the business session) and did a minimum of 30 minutes every morning.
Then I realized how spoiled I am by my treadmill at home. Because I am so large, we had to get a very fancy model with a motor that could take my weight. It also has some serious fans. Even the ancient treadmills at my gym have little fans built in. These dinky Precor models at the hotel did not, though, and I think that was what contributed to my shorter workouts more than anything else. I did love going outside after my walk into 45 degree weather to stretch out, though. 🙂
But one of the things that made me happiest during my trip was my feeling of capability. When I was asked to take another spin around the Hall of Exhibits, I said sure – I can do that. When asked if I wanted to go to various parks and squares around downtown, I said sure – I can do that. Letterboxing? Climbing up and down stairs? Pulling a suitcase full of swag back to the hotel? BRING IT.
I didn’t go to the party – Saturday was very long, and I was pleasantly and mentally exhausted by the end of it.
Unfortunately, all the walking and activity really just kept pace with all the rich splurging I did at meal times. I tried not to go overboard, but I did have pasta, a burger, beer, desserts, and mexican food. Overall I didn’t lose, but I didn’t really gain either – which I count as a win.
So from now on, unless the adventure is hiking, backpacking, camping, or some other kind of activity – I am definitely going to be hitting the gym at every hotel I stay at. Even if it’s just for 30 minutes because their stupid treadmills don’t have fans. Especially on our next road trip. Sitting for 7-11 hours with snacks at hand is gonna suck.