The Rest Day: a true day “off.” Also: Ninjas invade the World Cup Final.
Yesterday I took a day completely off from working out. It was my first official sweat-free day since April 25th, and before that my most recent day off had come after the marathon in March.
I still got a little sweaty tromping around through the woods, but I didn’t do anything else the rest of the day except putz around on the internet and watch the World Cup final.
Rest days. What’s your take?
I dread them.
I haven’t needed one in a while, and I didn’t really need one yesterday, but somehow, I woke up and realized that, short of allowing myself to feel entitled to eat more than the average person, I wouldn’t accomplish anything by rowing or running my requisite 20+ KM or 11+ miles (respectively) that day. And the idea just got into my head. Oh yeah. Rest days. I used to do those on a sort of regular basis. Then I decided to commit to it. A real, true, rest day.
The thing is, I’m always tired. Truly. Always. Even though I get plenty of sleep. Maybe this is just how life feels now? Perpetually foggy and sluggish?
Even so, a day off, for me, is just that: a day “off.”
A day where I’m guaranteed to feel sleepy, groggy, a little bit cranky, slightly hungover for no reason, and antsy for the next day to arrive so that I can get back to my lovely elevated-heart-rate burning muscle mania.
Partially, it must be an identity thing. I’m not me without running.
In fact, I’ve been trying to take a rest day for a while. I tell myself I’ll stop after 30 minutes, but the first 30 minutes is the crummy part. Once I hit about 40’, I don’t want to stop and settle for that rest day anymore. I get greedy for more miles, more meters, more minutes, more madness, more me-ness.
Today, I was back at it with a medium-distance run of about 11.5 miles, and it felt like garbage but my pace was a bit quicker than it has been. When I reached the driveway, I was eager to surrender. Often I’ll get there and decide to tack on a few more miles, but today I was so over it.
Anyway, enough about bad runs and rest days, let’s talk a little bit about the World Cup final yesterday. Since the game was fugly, let’s not actually talk about the game.
Let’s talk about how everybody on the field looked like a character from a movie:
There were vampires:
There were pirates:
There was a riveting ninja scene, featuring Xabi Alonso and Nigel de Jong doing their own stunts:
And to keep the ladies interested, there was even a cameo appearance by Spain’s most famous boy band:
All in all, not a bad show, even though the game was icky just like my impromptu rest day. I’m always regretful to see the World Cup come to an end.
Rest days and days off: How often do you take them? What is a “rest day” to you?
(Also, are Arjen Robben and the rest of the Dutch team a bunch of whiny babies or what?)