in·er·tiaOn Saturday morning, after nearly 12 hours in motion - in cabs, on airplanes (Hello, redeye!), and shuffling on my own two feet through airports, I arrived home. Apparently "home" was a sufficient external force to stop me in my tracks.
noun \in-ˈər-shə, -shē-ə\
a property of matter by which it remains at rest or in uniform motion in the same straight line unless acted upon by some external force
As soon as I walked in the door, I dropped my suitcase, kissed Hubby, scratched Peanut behind the ears, and passed out on the couch for what I thought was a 20 minute nap...
|Dawn at the Charlotte airport.|
12 hours later, I woke up feeling more like a human being and less like a lifeless dishrag. (As much as I love to travel, some flights just wear me out.)
But after all that rest, it was - oddly - harder than usual to get up and get moving. I normally look forward to the routine of my Sunday long-run: double-digit mileage followed by a huge breakfast and a bloody mary. But today getting out of bed seemed like the worst idea in the world.
I didn't even have to run long today (I ran 14 on Wednesday) but I could not find the motivation to get up and get going. The idea of running even 3 miles was unappealing. I slept in past my alarm. I puttered around aimlessly until the early afternoon. And then it dawned on me: I was a victim of inertia!
Fortunately the human body isn't a 50-pound lead weight in a Physics exam question. Mental motivation can be enough to un-stick even the most sluggish of bodies. So I pulled on my running shoes, thinking I'd try just a mile around the block...
That felt pretty good, so I ran a mile more. I'd have been happy with a 3-mile loop...
5 miles later, I'm glad I got moving again.
Even if it took a little extra push.
Do you adjust your workout schedule to accommodate travel days?
Have you ever had that "I slept so long, now I'm even more tired" feeling?