When I began the 1200-mile challenge in January, my plan was to average 4 miles per day, 6 days per week with Sunday being a rest day. Throughout all of January and February and through almost half of March, I didn’t take that Sunday rest day. My reserve mileage increased and the extra Sunday miles allowed for lighter-mile days now and then.
Even though working out every day had not been part of my “someday” plans, I was beginning to think I might keep up the pace and do 366 exercise days in a row. Then, Tuesday happened. Tuesday was my travel day back home from spending two weeks with my daughter, son-in-law, and my newborn grandson. I had planned to hit the trail that morning, but then there were two hours of blissful baby-holding. I went to a late breakfast with my mother-in-law wearing my workout clothes, thinking I would head out the door as soon as I returned from breakfast, but then breakfast ran long as we chatted and caught up. I drove home (four hours) still wearing my workout clothes. I thought I’d head out for a walk as soon as I arrived home in the very late afternoon, but then my daughter and her boyfriend, who were spending part of their spring break at our house, were waiting and hoping for dinner out before they left the next morning. End result? I took a skip day! Do I regret it? Not a bit! I spent time with my two-week old grandson, I enjoyed conversation with my mother-in-law, and I had a lovely time with my daughter and her boyfriend. I would regret skipping time with family, but I can easily make up the four miles lost on my exercise skip day.