People, today I escape The Tundra for warmer climes.
Not that my poor skin even knows what it’s like to feel the sunlight anymore.
Today, we change that.
I’ve spent the last 24 hours as a Picture of Industry: Laundering. Packing. Cleaning. Blogging. Like nesting in reverse, really.
But I’ll be the first to admit that it’s always easier to leave when you know what you’re coming home to. :)
So, what you’re reading this week from here on out has been auto-posted. I only say that because I don’t want y’all to think I’m being ridiculous and paying like, $4 a minute at the internet cafe on the ship when I could be busy sipping cocktails and tanning.
Rather, I’m about to take a brief sojourn out of the country with a passport picture that looks nothing like me. Lest y’all think I’m being dramatic, close your eyes and imagine an 17 year-old with ash-blonde hair and no makeup on.
Yes, this is the best of all possible ideas.
So what went into the suitcase?
One skill it’s safe to say that I’ve mastered since our trip to Hawaii, is the art of packing travel snacks.
Because y’all know as well as I do that it’s totally possible to starve to death in an airport.
Not this girl.
With a stash like that I should probably be expecting to perform Epic Feats of Strength.
Because boredom on vacation is Public Enemy #1, I’ve been stashing ALL of my January issues.
I can’t wait. In addition to hiding them beneath the coffee table, I’ve been having to say no at the salon and every other place that magazines end up casually fanned-out for the passerby. Temptation is a cruel mistress.
Plus, magazines are perfect for travel because you can ditch them without remorse when you’re done.
Strangely enough, my biggest dilemma was whether or not to pack workout clothes for the trip. I know that healthy living bloggers are split on the issue of whether or not to attempt Fitness on vacation.
That being said, I really don’t know what it’s like to take more than a day off from running. It hasn’t happened since October after my last big race.
So I sucked it up, packed the gear (thank God running clothes are light!) and have come to the determination that if the worst that happens is my gear sits unused in my suitcase, so be it.
Do you workout when you’re on vacation?