Breaking Your Routine
I am a creature of routine which is something I am very quick to admit. I could tell you my day-to-day routine, or at least, what it is like on a normal week.
Monday through Friday I wake up at 5:30 a.m. PST, do blog work for an hour or so, go for a run/go to SoulCycle/go to yoga/do some at-home workout, get ready, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, do more blog work, go to bed.
Saturdays I would wake up early, eat banana and peanut butter toast, do my long run, maybe go get my nails done, walk around the city, meet up with friends. Sunday I would lounge around in the morning, go to the Farmers Market or go to SoulCycle or yoga, probably hang out with friends, go to Whole Foods, meal prep for the week ahead. Throw in some more writing in one of those days somewhere.
This fall, my routine was shaken up when I was #Funemployed for a month or so. I stopped setting an alarm. I worked out when I felt like it. I watched way too much TV and moped on the couch because I was in this weird place in between my old life in Pittsburgh and my new life in San Francisco and my friends were all at work. I shopped every day because what else was I supposed to do? It took a few weeks but once I got settled in in SF, my routine was back to normal.
This past week, my routine was broken. I stopped bothering to pack my lunch every night because I was just eating a Kind bar at some point in the afternoon. I didn’t wake up early to blog because I didn’t have the motivation to write and truthfully, sleeping felt better than running. Thursday I realized I needed to go surfing this past weekend to get back to feeling like myself. To me, I never feel more like myself or like anything is so clear as when I’m out in the water. I decided to skip my long run and if I really felt like devoting three hours of my day to running 18 miles I would do it on Sunday (until I looked at my training calendar and realized I had a 10 mile tempo run this morning).
I drove down to Santa Cruz, about an hour and a half south of SF, and surfed for a couple hours with an instructor (because it’s not safe to go surfing by yourself, kiddos). As soon as I got into the water, I felt like myself again. I remembered that I’m strong and capable and that I was in the water while I would normally be drinking a protein shake and foam rolling. The one time I probably take zero things for granted is when I’m in the water. It humbles you. It reminds you where you’ve came from and where you’re going – and can go.
Long story short, I was stuck in a rut, didn’t feel like myself and I broke my routine. Sometimes you have to revisit things that you think aren’t working. Next weekend will I run 20 miles and get my nails done and hang out with all my friends in the city? Sure. But this weekend I did something else I loved and made time to spend time with other people I love.
Chat with me:
What is your daily routine like? Do you ever break your routine? What do you do when you need to get out of your head?