View from our cottage deck. East Chezzetcook, Nova Scotia. August 2019.

I’m writing this post on a beautiful August morning outside of Halifax, Nova Scotia. My wife and I are spending six nights at a cottage before attending her cousins wedding in the city. We’ve committed to enjoy this vacation without any pressure to fill our day with lame touristy itineraries, which admittedly I engage in more often than I’d like.

Despite the numerous recommendations to “absolutely see x, and make sure you visit y“, we’ve come to learn we have have much better holidays when we have no commitments and daunting checklists. Although we often fall back into the tediousness of day planning, for this trip, for this moment in time, we’re at peace with the idea of waking up with no set plans, filling our day as we see fit.

So far, our days have mostly consisted of frequent walking, lots of time spent grilling meat, dancing, and drinking. Probably too much drinking, never enough dancing.

As I type this, our favorite coffee is slowly brewing on the counter. The two of us are outside, feet up, looking eastward over what I believe to be an estuary feeding the sea, not too many kilometers away (I should probably confirm that). The light breeze coupled with 19 degree weather make this a perfect morning to lay up in a hoodie and write.

In all, this holiday will last just under two weeks. We’ll spend a few days in Halifax proper to attend the wedding, and previous to this current six night cottage stint, we spent a relaxing three nights in a small harbour town called Saint Martins in New Brunswick, a roughly five hour drive west of our current location.

Two Weeks Without Deadlifts??

I’m taking this opportunity away from home, and my beloved garage gym, to change up my training routine. While the last few months have revolved mostly around barbell training, these two weeks will be dedicated to body weight exercises, lots of walking, and some sprints sprinkled in. I’ll take the time to step away from the cult of 5 x 5 (of which I’m a strong adherent), to move into the higher repetition ranges, and hopefully, provide my body some well needed recovery along the way.

There will be a strong emphasis on push-ups. Lots of push-ups. I have a friendly competition with one of my oldest friends to see who can clock in the most within three minutes. We can attempt this record as many times as we’d like with the final number to be submitted by the end of this month. So far he’s taking me to task. 101 versus my 70. I have some work to do, and the perfect environment to do it in.

Yesterday I got in my first (and last?) hill sprint session of the trip. This exercise is quite foreign to me, and something I want to engage more frequently even after the vacation. I won’t be zealously tracking performance, but I will share my progress with the exercise should I go on to make it a staple. I only completed five rounds of hill sprints this workout, each lasting maybe twenty seconds. The hill itself wasn’t too steep, but since this reintroduction proved much more difficult than expected, that was probably for the better.

I suspect today will be a very quiet day for us. Who knows? For now, back to my coffee.