Observing the drinking habits of Irish Midwesterners is a workout in-and-of itself. Luckily I did not try to keep their pace, but sought a happy median between meager exercise and relaxing island time. When 50 people from the same family/friend network are gathered together on an island you tend to slow down a little bit. Although only one of my workouts was probably in line with my program, I did stay (slightly) active in addition to all the drinking and lounging.
We arrived on Wednesday with just enough time for a night cap. Thursday we packed our bags and headed about 4 miles north on foot to Lacovia, where we stayed the rest of the time. We made it a point not to get in a car that first day on the Island which meant we also walked the mile to and from the rehearsal dinner. On our morning trek we made a friend:
Friday we woke up early (9:30) and ran (dragged our feet) on the beach. For some reason
the heat, humidity, alcohol???we were sluggish and that mere 20 minutes seemed to last an eternity. Josh actually asked how long we had been running only 2 minutes in.
Saturday we went snorkeling, which doesn't require that much exertion but I was technically swimming and my heart rate did go up when we got to stingray city.
Sunday was wedding day but we did manage to squeeze in a tennis match prior to pina coladas and wine.
Today was another travel day but I am looking forward to my swim workout tomorrow--sans snorkel mask and hangover.