I used to think only crazy people exercised on holiday.
I’d read those guides in women’s magazines covering ‘6 exercises you can do in your hotel room’ or ‘How to get a six pack on your sun lounger’ and think no thanks hun, when I’m on holiday the biggest workout I want to do is toddling around the pool for a five minutes or walking from my table to the breakfast buffet for my 500th round of pancakes.
Once I started to get a bit more into the old fitness, I did become more concerned by the two-week breaks from exercise, but consoled myself with the fact that I walk a lot more on holiday than I would in an average desk-bound day at work. For example, a single day walking around Universal Studios on a press trip clocked up a mega 35,000 steps on my Fitbit – surely as good as a gym session, right?
However, in the past year, I’ve actually done something that once seemed unfathomable – I’ve gone to THE GYM while on holiday.I know, I know – I’m a weirdo.
But give me the chance to make a case for continuing some kind of exercise routine on holiday.
Firstly, there’s the fact that for once, I’m not trying to squeeze in a gym sessions in between work/social events/important TV shows I want to watch. I’m therefore not in a rush and staring angrily at the person taking up five pieces of gym equipment at once/stressing out while I wait in the 3-mile shower queue/trying to dry my hair, put on my knickers and apply mascara all at once.In fact, holiday gymming is the most leisurely of activities; you can potter around the place all damn day if you want, and even if you just go for half an hour, you congratulate yourself so much more than you would at home because OH MY DAYS YOU WORKED OUT ON HOLIDAY YOU HERO.
Holiday workouts normally mean being confronted with some mad hotel gym that contains a few handweights, a running machine from the 1960s and a few other non-identifiable contraptions – but I like that it makes me change up the exercises I’m doing and take a more creative approach to my workouts. Rather than just going through the motions I actually have to plan out what I’m going to do, which is fun if you’re a fitness nerd.There’s also the fact that it’s the one time I exercise with my husband, which is quite a nice bonding experience (in real life we never exercise together, in fact I did an interview with Women’s Health all about how we nearly killed each other while training for Ride London as a couple, so this harmonious holiday fitness really is a rare occurrence).
Perhaps most importantly, we always get the gym to ourselves, because everyone else is far too sensible to consider exercising on holiday. Me though? I’ve now become such an enthusiast, that for my 30th birthday trip to New York I’ve legit ticked ‘fitness centre’ as one of the criteria when searching for hotels. I can literally feel 22-year-old me falling to her knees in horror at this news, but soz babes – this is what you’ve become.