Let me begin by saying what I did not do in my downtime. I did not swim and claim it doesn’t count because it’s a non-impact sport. I did not casually bike commute to work. I did not make my 8th comeback to the weight room. I did not go to Physique57 (I think they call it that because it’s 57 dollars a class, right?), Barry’s Boot Camp (which happens in a temperature-controlled, indoor environment, right?), (Sell Your) SoulCycle, or Refine(ance your home to pay for this class) Method. I did not take up tennis lessons, log roll, practice archery, nor learn how to do biathlon (which is quite different from triathlon).
I shut it down for 13 days. I figured if I got cabin fever, maybe I’d do something restorative like yoga or power napping. You can bet that I wasn’t at SLT (unless it stands for “Something Like That,” which sounds like a fitness studio where everything is very modifiable) nor FlyWheel (unless that’s the new, hip, urban pottery wheel class).
I’ve never been the type of person who thinks, “oh my gosh, so much time on my hands now, what do I do?” or “I’m going so nuts not working out!” The day goes by so fast, and I’m more likely to think, “how did I fit in all that exercise and requisite showering before?” So I decided to record my downtime for a week…