In my last post I mentioned I wanted to blog more. I have failed on that one, but for good
reason.
Two weeks ago, the hubs and I flew to the other side of the
world to celebrate the marriage of my brother-in-law and (now) sister-in-law.
The week in Phuket, Thailand was just what this bikini
competitor needed.
Prior to leaving, my body was failing me. Honestly.
Waking up each morning was one of the hardest things I’ve had to
do. I woke up feel like I had been run
over by a truck. My body ached. All I did was sleep, but I was not rested. I had no energy to even make it through the day, let alone attempt a work out (but I did). I
was holding on to 5lbs of water weight.
Any moment I had to sit and think, I would just start crying out of
frustration.
I know other people have a way worse lot in life than
me. I am truly blessed.
But when you have spent the last six month only putting pure
energy into your body, participating in strength-training and (multiple) cardio
sessions on a daily basis, and seeing improves in both strengthen and endurance
then to have it all crumble while you attempt to paste it all back together, is
just disheartening.
Another realization out of this trip: Hubs and I have never taken a REAL vacation together.
Hubs and I traveled back and forth to see each other while
we were dating. I made a 72-hour total
round-trip to South Africa for his friend’s wedding. He brought me to London for my birthday and
proposal, then we immediately flew off to Seychelles to celebrate Christmas
with his family. We spent three months
working together on the boat, traveling from the eastern US throughout the
Bahamas and Caribbean. Last Christmas
was spent in St. Maarten. And this
doesn't include the half a dozen or so trips back to Ohio.
But even with all that traveling, not one trip was truly a
vacation. The South African trip was a
blink. Hubs was working in London, and
when I arrived he was still dealing with boat issues and pre-proposal nerves. And
he got so sick he practically was on his deathbed (no fun with an lengthy
layover in Qatar and a 14-hour plane ride). Arriving in Seychelles, was the
first time I was truly meeting my future in-laws … I also had food poisoning,
and was spending my first Christmas away from my family. All Ohio trips involved something wedding-related ... and for those who have planned a wedding, know there is NO relaxation during the engagement period.
While our mini-moon, a long-weekend at the Ritz, was
fabulous, I spent most of my time poolside, studying, not sipping over-priced
pina coladas with my new hubs.
And while we have been to some pretty beautiful places on
the boat, it’s not a vacation, as Mark always has on his captain’s hat. Even if the only people on the boat are the
crew and family, he’s concerned about personalities, if people are happy and
well-taken care of, and if the day’s event or dinners are planned. I feed off of his energy. We both end up being a bit uptight.
… Luckily our trip to Thailand included no captain hats.
Hubs and I spent all week relaxing poolside with family
members we haven’t seen (or, in my case, met) in years.
And of course, the wedding was beautiful, and so much fun. Both Mark and I walked away hopping for a community of friends and support that both Guy and Shannon have. Not only did the bride and groom get love, but the Hubs and I experienced nothing but the whole week.
A quick layover in London allowed me to see my brother
My in-laws the night before the wedding, enjoying Thai milkshakes
Guy waiting for Shannon
The beautiful bride!!!
The hubs, handing over the rings
They had an elephant at the wedding!!!!
It was SUPER windy!
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