is not ‘City to Surf’ anymore, but ‘Crazy to Stupid’. We did it, and although I’m not impressed with my time, I’m not going to beat myself up over it. I’ve never run with so little in the tank before – so much so I could’ve sat down and waited to get picked up, which is unlike me. I put it down to not eating dinner, and not having any carbs, and I think I might give this paleo diet the ass. I’m not losing any weight, and I’m not feeling any different – until the run today when I was running on empty. It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s that I don’t think it’s right for me.
After the race I had a sausage and a piece of bread, then some baklava and flat white. I’m now sugared up for the next week! I did actually want poached eggs but the stupid dickhead fucked up my order. Oh well, I wasn’t REALLY hungry after all that sugar, but that’s not the bloody point. Grrrr.
The main thing is, I did it. My feet held up very well considering my shoes are looking like they’ll disintegrate any moment, and my chaffing was kept in check. I may not be able to walk tomorrow, but at least I’ll have a damn good reason
Today was tough, I’m not going to lie. Nothing to do with the paleo diet, just tough.
First of all, I fell over doing PT this morning. Assed over. Titsed up, if you will. You know how you get to run with your feet low to the ground, and then when you are wearing boots they get lower, and then instead of asphalt it’s bricks, and one of the bricks is sitting up a little higher than the other… ? Yup. That was me. The thing that really grinds my gears though, is how I landed on my nice chunky, fleshy thigh – so I should’ve bounced. I would’ve, except for the fact that I had my car keys in that pocket.
Now I have a lovely bruise, that I do believe will rate at least a 6.5 on the multicolour scale in a few days.
Eating, meh. Today was going well – an egg, mandarin, 4 grapes, few mouthfulls of pumpkin and sweet potatoe soup, roast chicken salad – felt fine. Not even hungry. Till I got home and ate a small can of tuna, piece of celery, some olives, a carrot and a few almonds… talk about looking for something missing in my diet! I had a berrocca tablet in a big glass of water, and that seemed to do the trick. I hate eating when I’m not hungry, because I know my body is after something, but just can’t find it. That’s why if I really *want* to eat a cake or biscuit, I will. Anyway, steak and veges for dinner, and I’m looking forward to it.
Day 1 – almost done.
Morning started with a LSD… unfortunately for the guy running the session (at very short notice), it was shorter than what it should’ve been, and we were all done at 40 mins. At least it was another 3.7k down the road, and I did it. And this evening, I did it again, but this time it was 6.6 and involved more hills. As usual for me, it wasn’t real flash, and it wasn’t real fast, but I did it. And that’s what matters… right?
And now I’m tired, but it’s that good, satisfied tired.
As for the eating, I did eat a peppermint today (it was offered to me during a very boring lecture, and I didn’t even think until 10 mins later), and had some watermelon slices (plus another two pcs of fruit, making 3 for the day…) norty norty me. I don’t like coffee without milk and don’t like what it does to my teeth, so I’ve kept that to a morning cup, and stuck to water and green tea for the rest of the day. Seemed to work okay.
Breakfast was an egg and fruit, lunch a tandoori chicken salad (memo to me, don’t cook it at work, it pongs the place out!), morning and afternoon snack was home made vege soup, and somewhere in there was the other two bits of fruit and the other egg. Oh, and a rissole and half a sausage after the run. Now I’m not hungry at all, so my dinner will come to work with me tomorrow.
Okay. I can do this. I’m not even scared.
The more I look at what I eat and drink, the harder I think it’ll be. BUT… it’s not as hard as some, so I’m going to do it. It’s 30 freaking days. In the big scheme of things, that’s hardly anything. I am going to move more too. I’ve had trouble lately due to work/lazy ass/wanting to spend time with my crush, but I need to do something. Even 30 minutes a day is more than doing nothing.
I will get him to set up the treadmill and trainer downstairs now that the wet is over… people ASSURE me it NEVER rains during the dry.
(as for the run this weekend? EEEP!!)