I've always gone by the words, "live every day to its fullest". Taking every chance without hesitation, for some chances are once in a life time. To miss it will be forever regretted. Well, possibly. At least that's what I thought about my very fortunate state to wander the world. Not until last week when I came back from Jakarta that I truly feel even travelling needs to be on a carefully measured scale too.
Everyone thinks that travelling, aka, exploring, adventuring etc., whatever you want to call it, is a form of relaxation and rest. Completely true, up to a point. No one ever sees the headache of packing bags, the torture of making the trip to the airport, and the boredom of waiting for the plane to land. All of the pre-fun part are almost never taken into account. Of course, who would remember? Well, my body does.
Not long after returning from Jakarta, I fell sick. This time was not a simple cold or flu, but something even doctors couldn't explain. They could only give me some pain killers to ease those unbearable moments. Truthfully, I admit, I hadn't done my best to take care of me. Following a semi-holiday with my BF in town, I thoughtlessly signed up to go on another short trip, thinking nothing more than simply unwilling to miss out the opportunity. It's true, I may or may not get the chance to go to another Indonesia Open if I didn't go this year. So, being me, I went. No big deal.
Except, the system couldn't handle it. I crashed. Now is a little too late to say all those "could'ves, would'ves, should'ves" because I didn't. Period. So it's time to pay the price, Painfully. See, if I were smart enough to listen to that old saying, "All things in moderation", I wouldn't be in this crappy state. All things. That goes for- as much as I hate to admit- fun, adventure, and lazying around. To put numbers, I was away from the gym for more than 2 weeks, including the time in Wuhan. While the BF was here, we only went to gym once. For someone who's been consistently exercising for a year, to be so lacking all of a sudden, all these discomforts may be the body's way of going through withdrawal of something it needs. And a healthy need for that matter.
But anyway, lesson learned the hard way. No more travelling back to back. Maximum once a month- which turned out quite well last year if I may say so myself. It allows enough time for the body to recuperate, re-energise, and reboot to full health for a maximum experience the next trip. That being said, no more moving about until London Games next month. Gotta be more than prepared for that!
I can't wait!
(Sometimes, doing nothing is exactly what you need to do)