Even if my mind was not suffering from post-stone-massage fuzz, I would have a hard time remembering what day it is. They all seem much the same here in spa heaven.
Every day, several times a day, I open my brochure of the week’s activities and have to ask myself which day I should be looking at. But part of the confusion comes from not only planning what I will do next, but also plotting ahead to the next day and even the next. (I am an over-planner even on vacation. Or maybe especially on vacation.) Some classes are offered every day; some are only offered once or twice while I’m here. I wouldn’t want to miss my only chance to find my inner sexiness during Strip Fit class!
Yesterday and today I again packed in the exercise classes. My favorites have been Stride (intervals on the treadmill; taken twice now and at least once more before I leave) and Step (which I had not done in seven years because of over-use foot injury but discovered is just like riding a bike.) Fun and sweaty – both. One afternoon I actually took a break from the gym and went on a hike instead (which is not something I ever do at home and thoroughly enjoyed). I have managed to relax enough to squeeze in two stretching classes which can be hard for me with my non-relaxing personality. And my mom and I took a short stroll on the wooded path around the grounds.
The days also blur together because they are quite simply all such fun and similarly end with a feeling of being good and done. Some days my muscles are sorer than others. One day I may have a facial and the next a massage. But for me at the spa, the outside world seemingly ceases to exist as I go about my days with a smile on my face, a bounce in my step, and a warm fuzzy in my soul.
So what day is it? Doesn’t much matter to me. Until the day I have to leave for home:(