Last week my family (hubs, mom, sis/ b-i-l and their kids) escaped the heat and humidity of Nashville to enjoy the heat and humidity of Florida. Until then I’d been having trouble getting my exercise on ever since my week of depletion. I told myself that vacation week needed to be a time of rest AND a time to get back into my workout groove. I’m happy to report I did both.
The Sunshine State only gave us sun for half the trip, so I toggled between reading books in the condo and lying on a float in the pool. But rain or shine, I exercised six, count ’em, six days. As a result I felt better driving back to Nashville than I felt on the drive down to the panhandle.
My workout slump is beginning to burn itself out. And that’s a good thing because…
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