This morning was a little slow, so I took a chunk of time and decided to bang out a 4 miler– it took me 53 minutes. It wasn’t so bad, but I’m definitely not used to running that far– most of my runs lately have been in the 2.5-3 mile range. It’s raining today, and the treadmill was awfully boring for so long!
My left foot was doing an unusual thing: it was both numb and hot spot-y. Usually it’s either/or; if the shoe is too tight the foot goes numb, and if it’s too loose it rubs and causes hot spots. Not sure how I managed to get both! I tried adjusting my laces to make it go away but no luck– I ran the last 2 miles with a numb foot (luckily the numbness kept the hot spot from being bad). I’m mixed on these shoes lately, but I’ll stick it out with them (running shoes are too expensive to switch on a whim).
It’s supposed to snow over the weekend, and I hope I’m able to go for a run in it! Running while it’s snowing is a magical, wonderful thing.
I’ve come to the conclusion that for Stage 3, Workout B isn’t as bad as Workout A. It’s long, but it’s not as grueling. I bumped a couple weights up today (lat pulldowns, back extensions) but I wound up having to hurry the intervals at the end, dropping the recovery from 2 minutes to 1 (1-1 intervals are HARD!). I barely made it to my meeting on time, despite leaving for the gym 20 minutes early today.
I’m trying to up my makeup game a little bit now that it’s winter, adding eyeliner and brows to my normal powder-and-mascara routine. Today I tried to do all of that while wobbly and hurrying, and the results are not really very good. Luckily it doesn’t take too long for eyeliner to smudge and become forgiving of mistakes…
Today was a really busy day! My work is renovating their space, so I spent my workday moving my cube from one side of the building to the other, as well as moving other assorted stuff to its new homes. More or less, I did laps around the floor while carrying things (or pushing carts full of things). My fancy pedometer says I did more than any day since starting to use it, even running days.
I had planned to go to a yoga class in the afternoon, but the time came around and I took stock of my body and decided that my natural activity was plenty for that day. I’m tired from the moving and sore from yesterday, and I have another brutal lifting session planned tomorrow.
Tonight I’m going to bed early.
As usual, my workout wiped the floor with me today. Workout A2 was long and difficult, but I managed to bump a few weights (notably barbell bentover row, to 85lb) and I did the complete bodyweight matrix in less time than last week. Yes, complete– with lunge jumps! (Although I’m pretty sure I was doing them wrong, probably not lunge-y enough.) My legs are awfully wobbly.
I chatted with the ladies in the locker room (like you do) and asked how they enjoyed their Thanksgiving holiday. The responses I got weren’t really as positive as I expected.
Me: How was your Thanksgiving?
Locker Room Lady: Oh, it was good, too much eating though.
Me: That’s usually how it goes… it’s just one day a year though, right?
LRL: Yeah, but still. I guess it’s okay because I’m active. But if I wasn’t active I’d feel really guilty about everything I ate…
One of my lessons along my journey was that I had to let go of food guilt. That’s been especially useful around the holidays– in two ways. First, I have permission to enjoy the delicious celebratory food prepared for me by people who care about me. (How fantastic to think of it that way!) And on the other side of the coin, not restricting means that I can really listen to my hunger and instead of bingeing (anticipating guilt and restriction later), I can eat mindfully, taking more of things I really like and less of things I don’t, stopping when I’m full and maybe asking for some leftovers of things I really like to take home. :) I enjoy all the tasty holiday food so much more when I’m not stressing about it.
Today I stuck to my plan and took a nice walk, followed by some yoga. The yoga was especially useful today: I focused on some twists for my back and neck, and followed it up with some work down my back and glutes and the backs of my legs. (My calves are sore. I blame the hills.) Hopefully I’m all charged up and ready to lift tomorrow!
I found out recently that my family member is going to go ahead with bariatric surgery. I’ve written about this in the past (http://runningwhilefat.wordpress.com/2012/04/05/breaking-one-thing-to-try-to-fix-another/ )– she’s in her late 60s and has had poor health for as long as I can remember. She’s tried just about everything under the sun to lose weight– diets, pills, even having her jaw wired shut and drinking meals through a straw. But now her mobility is poor and she has a laundry list of ailments that no doctor can seem to help, and surgery must seem like a silver bullet, a miracle fix. She’s very excited about it.
I hope it helps more than it hurts. I can’t imagine that damaging a working system on a sick person would do anything good, but hey, the doctors know what they’re doing, right?
Since I had some down time today and the weather is reasonable (42ºF or so) I decided that I’d go for a nice long run today and do some yoga tomorrow in preparation for more Stage 3. I ran 3.1 miles in 42 minutes on the hilly route; a nice slow and steady run (though I did take one walking break, at about halfway– two big, long hills in a row and I said ‘oh heck no’ and walked up the second). My lungs haven’t adjusted to the chill and breathing was a challenge. I hate wheezing!
I spent Friday night camping in a national park about 3 hours from here with a couple friends. I was excited to spend some time outdoors and try out our new camping gear. The time spent outside around the fire was okay, but overnight it went down to 20ºF and my 30ºF sleeping bag, sleeping pad and lightweight tent weren’t enough to let me get warm enough to sleep so I laid awake miserable and shivering all night. In the morning the tent was coated with a thick layer of frost inside and out. I think I’ll stick to warm weather camping from now on.
Do you ever find that sometimes things that drive you crazy about other people work like a mirror, that you can look deeper at them and see things about yourself that bother you? We camped with my coworker and his girlfriend. They’re really nice people, but she’s super healthish– very vocal paleo-dieting, triathlon-running, run 10 miles in the morning and go for a hike in the evening, sugar-is-the-devil kind of person. Hanging out with her I feel a hint of desperation in her and pity for me; if she’s not active enough she jokes that she’ll get fat, and there are always comments about my food (never directly, but “oh, I don’t eat that” if it’s offered). I feel sort of implicitly judged around her. But I feel bad; maybe she’s not really being judgey and I’m reacting to the fact that she’s just different than me, that she’s doing fitness “right”– which isn’t a bad thing? Anyway, I’m sort of conflicted about it.
Happy Thanksgiving to my readers in the US! While I’m enjoying the quiet day and preparing to go feast with my partner’s family, I found that I was antsy and irritable today for no particular reason. My usual reaction to that feeling is “go run!” but today I stopped myself– I’m too sore and I need to take a day and recover. I did my favorite yoga practice and that helped me focus and eliminate some fidgets and opened up some of the sore places. I feel a little better.
I find that I often lock myself into rigid goals when it’s not helpful. For example, this month I’ve run about 20.5 miles so far, and I decided that I would shoot for a nice round 25 miles. However, since I started Stage 3 I’ve been so sore, and I find myself with 3 days left in the month and holiday plans and travel and the remaining 4.5 miles are becoming a source of stress for me. (Maybe I can go out for a trail run when I’m camping? Then come back and freeze? Sounds fun…)
I also adopted my partner’s poor unloved Nike Fuelband 2 days ago– I figured since I was already using the platform and he wasn’t using the band anymore I’d give it a try. Yesterday I blew my modest activity goal out of the water (lifting and running will do that) but today I doubt I’ll get there, since I’m mostly hanging out around the house. I might go for a walk later, but honestly I don’t want to do a lot of activity today– I need to let my body rest and get strong again– and I don’t feel like the stupid Fuelband gets that.
I keep telling myself to relax but I’ve got cues from my body and self-imposed arbitrary goals to hit and external devices telling me I ought to go do something and no wonder I feel all fidgety, I need to stop pushing and just rest…