This morning I was exhausted. In addition to a ridiculous travel schedule, I have been slammed with allergies ever since my arrival in Hong Kong. I am not sure if it is an air quality issue or just typical seasonal allergies, either way, my heavy head, watery eyes, and runny nose have only served to intensify my tiredness.
When my alarm went off at 5:45 AM, just six hours after I went to sleep, I strongly considered snoozing for one more hour. Thinking about the map that I discovered in the desk of my hotel room last night further intensified my urge to skip the gym.
It looked like just getting to the gym was a workout in and of itself.
I will probably get lost on the way there, I shouldn’t bother.
I crawled out of bed.
All of the equipment will probably be full when I get there anyway.
I began to brush my teeth, with bottled water of course because that’s how I’ve rolled for the past 2.5 months.
The gym is so far away that I probably don’t even have time to go.
I got dressed in the workout clothes that I had carefully put out last night.
I drank all of my water last night. I can’t workout unless they have a water cooler at the gym.
I grabbed the map, my iPod, and my empty water bottle and headed out the door.
My legs feel too heavy to exercise.
I carefully followed the map, down three floors, across the 5th floor, up one floor, through the 6th floor, up the stairs to the 7th floor gym.
I can’t run, I still have major chafing on my rib cage from a nasty sports bra injury on Sunday.
I hopped onto the elliptical for 40 minutes and eked out a marginal, but better than nothing, workout.
It turns out that the gym was completely empty, probably because nobody could find it unless they happened upon the map buried in the desk drawer of their hotel room. I am quite sure of this as I think I have a pretty good sense of direction and, even with a map, I managed to get lost on my way back from the gym. I ended up coming all the way back down out of the building, walking around the outside, and going back in through the front door to return to my room.
As for my sports bra injury, I am expecting a delivery of new ones tomorrow when Chris returns from the US. I can’t wait! I never really understood people complaining about sports bra chafing until it happened to me. The band of my (formerly favorite) sports bra rubbed my skin raw most of the way around my rib cage. Even the thought of showering makes me want to jump out of my skin. Ouch!
All in all, I’m happy that I pried myself out of bed this morning for a half-hearted workout because I think it gave me more energy for the day than one extra hour of sleep would have. That said, I can’t wait to get back to a more normal routine next week!