I think the hardest part of a vacation is coming home and trying to get back to reality. Gone are the days of sleeping until I wake up, eating without much care, worrying about nothing, and laughing my nights away.
Vacation was the perfect treat for completing my first round of Insanity, but I didn't leave my Insane world completely at home. I rocked out Max Interval Circuit in my parent's backyard in the humidless early morning breeze. I pushed aside all my inhibitions as my brother and I tested out Max Plyo in the hotel fitness room adjacent to a meeting room of gawking onlookers.
I ran outside at an hour I could never run in Texas. I passed by my old elementary school, junior high and high school all on the same run. I ran along a path with hills I had forgotten surrounded the area where I once lived in North Dakota.