(Easter) Confession

So, it's Easter and Catholic guilt means that I have to admit something: I did not really workout while we were in Turkey. I definitely walked a lot (and much of it up hill- Istanbul is a very hilly city [who knew?]), but didn't do any formal workouts (I am praying my coach isn't reading this right now). I kept planning on going for a run, but we were getting up around eight every morning and going to bed around midnight (and walking somewhere between 5-8 miles a day) and I was just entirely wiped (and yes, I know that is a lame excuse and yes, I know that I could have/should have gone). So there, I admit it: I didn't work out. Part of me feels really bad about it (especially when I went for my jet-lagged run today and ended up panting and clutching my chest while running 8:45 pace) and the other part of me is a bit defiant. I really really needed this break (not from training necessarily, [although training didn't help] but from work and life and training all wrapped up into one). I needed a rest week (from life more than anything else) and I took it.
I promise that I'll update soon and post some more photos and the details of our trip as I get some things uploaded, I just needed a few paragraphs to clear my guilty conscience.