Two years ago we went on the best vacation we’ve ever had. We spent seven lovely days in Jamaica, lying on a beach, snorkeling, drinking sweet things and eating jerk chicken. It was everything you read about and worth every cent. Not even having our luggage left behind in Miami could spoil it (always pack your essentials in your carry-on!).
One day we passed by the fitness center. I believe my exact words were “What kind of sick freaks come all the way to Jamaica and spend their time on a treadmill?”
As we’ve been discussing upcoming trips recently and how we would work in our exercise, and which hotels had fitness centers I suddenly realized something. We’ve become those people. The sick freaks.
What’s worse is that I totally get why you would spend time on a treadmill in Jamaica. Precisely so that you can lay around drinking sweet things and eating jerk chicken the rest of the day. Only, without needing to buy new pants when you come home.
Do you exercise on vacation? Or is your vacation a vacation from that too?