This past weekend I went to Montreal with a few friends to celebrate my upcoming birthday. Every once in a while I just feel like I need to get out of the city, even if that means spending some time in another city. Leading up to my trip I was really anxious because traveling can really take a toll on your body. I had been working really hard making good food choices and keeping to a regular running schedule. I didn’t want to undo a month of hard work in a weekend! I was almost at a point where I didn’t even want to go on this trip that I had planned to have fun with my friends, because I didn’t want to sabotage a weigh-in. But you can’t live your life that way, so I just promised myself I would be careful, and I would attempt to exercise somehow.
Saturday morning I woke up in a nicely decorated three-bedroom apartment in a nice enough neighborhood in Montreal. I had decided that I was going to go for a run first thing, while my friends were waking up, to at least combat some of the inevitable calories coming in the day ahead. I did get up and I did go for a run, but it was an amazing misadventure. There were a few things working against me.
Number 1: The massive plate of 1am poutine that I ate before bed.