I probably picked the worst time ever to start training for a half mary. These first two weeks have been full with Christmas concerts, family visits, Christmas parties, football games, house cleaning, and shopping. And then there is special school faculty breakfasts, lunches, and big family suppers. Ahhh! My willpower when it comes to food is not strong enough for all of that. I confess, I’ve been horrible with my food choices. I’ve eaten anything and everything that I wanted to and then went back for seconds.
And it makes me feel like crap.
Eat horrible = Feel horrible. Period.
So if nothing else, this holiday season will remind me of what I’m trying to do here. Improve. Not just get stuck in the same ‘ole rut that I’ve been stuck in for so long. I function better when I eat better. I feel better about myself… and, as the end bonus, I fit better into my jeans (which are painfully tight right now, I’m regretful to say).
Even though I have lost on the eating front these last two weeks, Christmas is still around the corner, and that gives me another opportunity to make a change. I was pretty smug when I said in an earlier post that I wasn’t going to pay attention to what I ate.. and am now feeling remorse for that. So here I go into the week of Christmas snapped out of my fog of delusion. What I eat matters everyday, even Christmas, and I plan on making myself accountable for every single bite.
Other the other side of this is my running plan. All I can say is that it is still alive…
I’ve missed Tuesday’s 3 mile runs for the first two weeks. The first one was the night of my concert, and the second was the last day of my family visit. Couldn’t do much about either of those. The other missed workouts are cross-training days. The circled days are the days I missed. As you can see, I didn’t have a very good week, but that is OKAY. I still did 3 miles on Thursday and 5 miles today. 8 miles for a week is not bad, and it’s a whole lot better than quitting or postponing. I’m keeping my training alive during the Christmas season. That’s a pretty big feat in itself.
Today’s run was held off until the last possible time before sundown. It was a lazy day full of staying in bed till eleven (can’t remember the last time I did that!), taking the girls to see Santa, and a little shopping. I knew I had to get these 5 miles out of the way though, especially since I did so poor this week. I can’t say that I was very motivated to go all day, but as soon as I got dressed and out the door, all was well. The Man told me I would feel better once I did it, and I knew that he was right. There is nothing like the feeling I get after I trudge through a long run. Major sense of accomplishment. I think it’s one of the bigger reason why I run.
As soon as I got back to the house I took a quick shower and started my new old lady routine. I downed 2 ibuprofen with some water, grabbed a book and 3 ice packs, and “chilled” for 20 minutes or so.
A little one for my left foot. I’ve got weird joint things happening there since I started running. A big one for my knees, just preventative there, and an unseen one on my lower back for my bad discs. Yes, I am 31. Sometimes going on 74.
I look forward to having a much better week this week. I am going to try to blog as much as possible about it. I am already finding that is a great tool for me concerning accountability. I have a post that has been brewing in my brain for a while now about my history with running that I’m wanting to share as well.
Night y’all. And comments are welcome, you know 🙂