While I wasn’t perfect with my exercise streak over the last few weeks, I was still doing well. Until this week, that is.

I travel with some regularity for work. But this week was my first trip this year. I’ve been home a lot which has made it easier for me to be consistent about working out. I went into my trip with determination and a plan.

I knew that there was no way I would work out on Tuesday as my flight was departing at 6 am, which means a 4 am wake-up for me. And, for the record, I am not a morning person. And with that 4 am wake-up, I knew I would be tired and cranky by the end of the work day and not feel like I could face a workout. But that was ok. Tuesday is just one day. I’ve missed days here and there before.

My plan was to do a Camp Gladiator workout on Wednesday. My trainer agreed to send one to me and I knew I’d get a check-in for doing it on my own. But when Wednesday morning rolled around I was very comfortably ensconced in my hotel bed. I had no interest in getting up to work out. It felt like an invisible force was just pulling me deeper and deeper into the mattress. Not only did I not get up in time to work out, I was so lazy that I got to work late too.

But all was not lost. As I dragged my butt to work that morning, I promised myself I would get my workout done that night. And I did. It was absolutely not what I wanted most to do at 7 pm after many meetings and whatnot. I did it anyway.

My plan had been to go for a run on Thursday morning and then to Camp Gladiator on Friday morning when I was back home. Neither of those happened. I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep Wednesday night after having just worked out. So Thursday morning came too soon. I got home at about 10:30 on Thursday night so I was tired Friday morning too. On top of my fatigue I looked at the temperature and it was 30 degrees. Staying in my warm, cozy bed just had so much more appeal.

Would I have done all of my workouts if I hadn’t been traveling? I can’t know for sure, but I think I would have done more of them. Yesterday I did my planned long run with my Galloway crew. And today I got up and went to camp. It’s just easier when I am in my routine. That said, I’m going to have to figure something out. I generally travel 1-2 weeks per month for my job. This month it’s going to be 3 weeks. I’m committed to doing what I need to for my job. But I have to find a way to staying committed to what I need to do for me as well.