My husband and I recently traveled back to my hometowns of Las Vegas and Salt Lake City. Because of this, I skipped the gym for almost two weeks. Two weeks is the longest that I've gone without training in years and years. I've been obsessively consistent with my training schedule for as long as I can remember. I am absolutely the girl to politely decline invitations to go somewhere fun because I "have to train". Anytime I've gone back home I've always packed a weeks worth of exercise gear and trained like a madwoman at the gym there. I don't skip, ever, for any reason. Training has always been a non-negotiable for me.
While we were out of town we didn't train once. The only form of exercise we got was a ton of walking through the hotel & casino and some aggressive shopping at The Forum Shoppes and the mall. My husband's parents came with us, as did my brother and my brother-in-law. We hung out, laughed, gambled, shopped, and had wonderful dinners at some amazing restaurants. We went on to Salt Lake City where we spent all of our time with my bro, dad, aunt & grandma. This time that we all had together was priceless and I couldn't have cared less about training because I was in heaven with my husband and our families.
When we got home we were really busy at work trying to catch up on everything so the gym escaped me for a few days. I've been reading like a madwoman and trying to expand my knowledge in certain areas so along with training, Facebook and other social media have also taken the backseat.
After already missing a few training sessions that week, my sister-in-law text me, inviting me to go get a manicure & pedicure with her on Saturday morning. I always train on Saturday mornings, but I really wanted to spend some time with my sis so I skipped the gym again.
I was a bit surprised at myself for skipping training so many times in a week because it's so unlike me. Had I lost my training mojo? I took a few days and gave this some serious thought and this is the revelation that I came to:
I absolutely have not lost my desire to train, however my priorities are changing. I used to live, eat, and sleep to train. My life revolved around the my workouts and the gym. But as I'm getting older and as work is getting busier (my father-in-law and his wife, along with myself and Michael, own an Investment Banking Firm) I've realized that while training is fun, it's not going to get us to our very ambitious goals. And more importantly, why am I forsaking time with my friends and family to train? Who knows how many more days I (or they) have left on this Earth so I better take advantage of enjoying fun things with them.
I'll always train consistently & hard and eat clean food because I enjoy it and I care about my health (and my body composition), but I no longer let my training schedule hold me on such a short leash. I'm too busy looking at the bigger picture, which is enjoying precious time with my loved ones and working aggressively to meet our goals and dreams.