It has been less that 24 hours since I arrived at home and the anticipation of having a relaxing holiday has long past.
It seemed off to a good start. My flights were for the first time smooth and pleasant. My luggage however, decided to take its own world tour - but I was unfazed. I was home, let the relaxing begin.
Not.
Let me first summarize my family. Weakness is not an option. Laziness is inexcusable. As I was raised with these values, I also attempted to pass my own interpretation of them on to my son. "There is no excuse for you not to be fit," is a now one of his favourite statements.
Hopefully that paints the picture for you.
This morning at about 4am I was enjoying a quiet moment with a coffee by the beautiful Christmas tree while also making my way through some work emails. My mother soon joined me and asked why I had not yet gone for my daily run. I explained that my clothes were on their own world tour, so I was unable to go. An excuse I know, but I thought it was a darn good one. Apparently not as within 5 minutes I was supplied with appropriate attire and pushed out the door. It didn't end there either. Shortly after returning from the jog I really did not want to do, my son with 5% body fat arose and told me it was time to go to the gym. After downing a bit of pre-workout, we were off to the gym. Like a trooper, I proceeded to do my workout routine. It was about then that my son expressed his disgust with my "girlie" workout and the bootcamp interpretation began.
Thankfully (!!) when I got back home my mother was waiting for me to join her on her daily two hour mountain hike.
Did I mention that this is also a ski holiday?
And that was only the first 20 hours. I am starting to think that I may be the only person who actually manages to get more fit over the holidays…