I skipped exercise today. I’ve been exercising for nine years now, and this is only the second time I’ve skipped a day when I was home and healthy. I was working late and didn’t wrap up until 5:30 pm and that would have meant I’d be back from walking 7:30 pm and THEN dinner, and that’s too late.
I felt — and feel — a little guilty. But I’m reminding myself this is how normal people do. Five days of exercise, two days off. That’s perfectly fine. Not that I plan to make this a regular thing!
The other day I skipped exercise? That was less than a month ago. A friend who I never get to see was in town on business and it looked like he wouldn’t be able to get away and then suddenly he was available. I got an email from him saying he had 90 minutes to spare and was I available for lunch? I just walked out the door and got in the car to see him. As a frequent business traveler myself I know you have to move heaven and Earth to get social time on a trip, and I was grateful for it. By the time I got back it was too late to exercise, and I was happy with the outcome.