The 7.5 That Wasn’t


Yesterday I was supposed to run 7.5 miles.  It ended up being 5.17

Yesterday I was supposed to start the Whole30 Program using Paleo as my diet guideline.  I had bread with dinner and cheese on my salad along with a beer.

I’m not really good at keeping promises to myself, huh?

The Run: I had less than 4 hours of sleep the night before due to who knows what, the moon?  I couldn’t get to sleep.  Then I woke up at like 10:00am after sleeping about 3.5 hours and was hell bent on running.  I also have been having some issues with my left Achilles Tendon, and yesterday everything came to a head.

I ate a Gu and headed out.  Within 0.60 miles I was wishing I hadn’t left the house.  I usually hate myself for about the first mile (“why did I smoke that cigarette with friends last night?” or “I should have stopped at two beers.” or “Why did I let myself get so out of shape in the first place, 13 years ago??”) so I pushed on.

Mile 4 came and I was literally crying.  I am sure I looked confusing as hell to people around me.  I was walking most of each mile, and grunting with each step.  I hit mile 5 and went for my water tube of my camelbak to take a drink.

Nothing.

Was there a kink in the tubing?  I stopped my timer and checked.  Nope.  No Kink.  Dead empty.  Now I know some of you awesome bad ass runners can run without water for distances.  I can’t.  It’s not that I will physically die or anything, because we know that’s not true.  I just don’t like doing it.  I’ve had bouts of vertigo like symptoms and was even ‘loosely diagnosed’ as my doctor put it, and she told me with my exercise dehydration and heat can cause spells to happen.  This is why I bought the camelbak in the first place.

I weighed the pro’s and con’s of continuing as I stumbled the next 0.17 miles.

Pro’s: You will finish the run you set out to do.  You will be accomplished.  You will do your victory lap in the front yard as the imaginary crowds cheer.  You will be able to know that you owned this run.

Con’s:  You will most likely get sick before you get home.  Your achilles tendon is only getting more painful.  Your mouth is already dry just from thinking about water.  You are not even the exact distance you need to finish this run from your house, which means you’ll have to pass your house to finish your run and then walk back.  You already feel light headed.

I stopped my timer and sat down.  I called TPWSNBN and he came to pick me up.  I should have told him I had no water, so he would have brought some, but forming sentences was impossible.  I was already either physically (more like mentally) dehydrated.  I drank a lot of alcohol the night before, so my reserves were gone, and I was sweating more than any normal human being should. I was running on less than any empty I had before.

I felt defeated. Tired. Sweaty.  Thirsty. Pissed off.

The Diet: Yeah I posted this long winded prolific (and extremely arrogant) post about how I was going to give up (Insert delicious items here) for the next 30 days.

I lasted into day 1 by 2 meals.  Come dinner, I was back to square one. There is no excuse except for me not wanting to have to give up those items in my life.  I don’t want to lose the cream in my coffee, or the few bits of feta on my salad.  I don’t want to give up the occasional english muffin for breakfast, or soy milk when I want it.  I don’t have to eliminate alcohol from my diet to lose weight.

I have to eliminate the over eating.

It came to me this morning at breakfast as I was making eggs.  TPWSNBN wanted 3 eggs.  I thought about having 1.  Then I realized for the points, having 2 eggs would keep me fuller longer.  So I went for it.  I didn’t need a snack between breakfast and lunch.  I was actually not really hungry at lunch and therefore I ate less than I normally do.  I saw this as a major win.

I know. I know.  This is like the 7845638784762.1 time I’ve said I was going to do something and then after 19 hours I bow out.  It happens.  shit happens.  It’s life.  I can’t tell my husband if he has cooked dinner that I can’t eat it because he used cream or breadcrumbs.  I also can’t live my life like that.

I’m jumping head first back into Weight Watchers.  It worked before because I worked it.  I still plan on all of those dinners I mentioned in my previous post on the calendar, because frankly they look delicious.

As for today, I am resting, icing, compressing, and elevating.

xoxo

 

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