God Bless Three Day Weekends

In case anyone was wondering, I absolutely love three-day weekends. More time to sleep, more time to socialize, and most importantly more time to train. What could be better?

During the past 72 hours I was able to squeeze in nine hours of training, three nights of catching up with new and old friends, plenty of boring errands, a few trips to some of my favorite museums and monuments in DC, and countless hours of uninhibited rest.

So as I sit here treating my legs to a much needed date with the couch, I can’t help but think about how I wish every weekend had one extra day added on. Since I officially started training a couple weeks ago, my days are fairly regimented. I wake up for work around 6:30 or 7:00, if not earlier on the days I try to get a morning workout in, and finish up at the office shortly after 6:00pm. Then it’s on to the gym or pool where I spend a couple hours building my strength and honing my multi-sport skills. Afterwards, I catch a bus home that allows me to relax my legs and put my head down into a good book. By 9:00 I’m starving and thinking about the quickest way to get food on a plate and my body on a couch.

Now all of this may seem like a monotonous life (and actually as I write it all out it, even I think I’m pretty lame), but I took on this challenge for a reason. I love those hours I spend training each day. I love the exhaustion I feel as I ride that bus home each night. And I love the idea that for the next six months, I’m being forced to become much more intentional with my time.

But with that said, 72 hours of freedom is not lost on me. Whether it’s turning down drinks with friends because I have a date with the gym or staying home on a Friday night to rest my legs, I’ve come to recognize and appreciate the beauty of free time and the importance of maintaining a normal life. When it’s possible, I’ll always try to get out and spend time with friends. Or if the weather is nice, I won’t think twice about pulling out the nerd-card and visiting a couple museums or monuments.

It may not sound like fun, but I relish this challenge and while it definitely occupies plenty of time I could be spending with great friends or watching reality television (yea yea, go ahead and judge me), it is actually helping me to become more intentional and accomplish all the things I want to in life.

With that said though, I wouldn’t be opposed to a couple more Monday holidays and three day weekends.

Postscript: for all those friends who are reading this thinking about how much they hate me for being a bad friend – thanks for understanding. I may be MIA a lot over the next six months but I promise that come June 28th, I’ll be the one closing down the bar and hanging out poolside with an endless supply of Bud Light Lime.