SORRY. I CAN’T HELP IT, I’M JUVENILE.
I’ve completed three runs since we last spoke, three days in a row because my “rest day” was moved up to Thursday. Though, considering whom I was with and what I did, I’m not sure that can qualify as a rest day either. Friday made up for Thursday’s skipped 4 miles, yesterday was my regularly scheduled 3 miles, and today was the dreaded 5 miles I sucked so hard on before.
I’ve only just started taking running seriously, so it seems like every time I complete a workout I’ve broken some sort of personal record. Something weird about my after-work runs; I seem to have so much energy and can easily go nonstop. The 4 miler on Friday is probably the longest distance and duration I’ve gone without having to rest. It also helped that it was only about 3:30pm and the park was empty.
Saturday’s record breaker was time and average pace, though I did stop a bunch of times. Makes me wonder how fast I could have gone had I not rested, but then again it all evens out in the end. This morning I was determined to have a good 5 miles. Last week I had basically already given up hope before I even started, hence the horrendous pace and total time. Mission accomplished.
So grateful to give running a rest tomorrow so I can do some hardcore weight training. I’ve been slacking in that department because I’ve unwittingly become a cardio queen. NO! Must…pump…iron. Or at least Sworkit for an hour. I might even do it later because I have the energy, and I’m going to need all the extra calories I can get for many beers will be consumed tonight.
Lately all I’ve been talking about is working out, but my nutrition has been pretty stellar lately, too. You know what? My daily habits in general have seen much improvement. During my slump, this type of behavior was not uncommon:
- Ordering takeout almost every night
- Eating said takeout in my bedroom, on my bed
- Getting home from work and immediately changing into my pajammies, and watching TV in bed or dicking around on the internet until bedtime
Since the beginning of May, I have not eaten a single meal or snack in bed. I can’t believe I have to brag about something like that, but I’m proud of myself nonetheless. I may still lie down after work and cuddle with the dogs for a few minutes, but I don’t stay there for hours until it’s time to go to sleep. Also? I don’t think I’ve even turned on the TV in the bedroom this whole month. Could also be because I can’t find the remote but whatev. My laptop hasn’t seen my bedroom in a while either. My bedroom has only seen bedroom-appropriate actions this whole month. Imagine that.
I weighed myself at the beginning of the month and it was, again, about 10 pounds higher than my lowest recorded weight. So annoying; 159lbs must be my set point or something. I got on the scale again Friday morning and I was down to 154.4. I really feel like I’m back in the game now. Eating healthily and working out feel natural again, and not such a struggle anymore. Yay.