Workout: 3.1 mile run
Hallelujah! It’s finally the weekend! This has been the longest week. EVER. After 2 weeks of late hours in the office, I’m thoroughly burnt out.
Before I really start off this post, I think I should set the record straight because it appears there is some confusion from my post yesterday. I know that the email says that I’ve been selected to take part in the Nike Women’s Marathon, but I’m not actually doing the marathon. I’m “only” doing the half. I know it’s still a feat, but it’s not nearly as badass as the marathon, so I don’t want people thinking I’m more amazing than they need to. I’m guessing it doesn’t have quite the same ring if they advertised it as the Nike Women’s Marathon and Half, especially with their recognized NWM acronym, but it’s causing people to think I’m nuts for wanting to run 26.2 on San Francisco hills. Yeah, ummm…no thanks. Actually, I don’t think I ever plan to run a marathon.
In short, I’m running the half marathon at the Nike Women’s Marathon event. Kapish?
Sooooooo….another confession. I’ve been eating like shit this week.
Correction: I’ve been eating like shit 50% of the time this week, but it’s crappy enough to make it feel like 100%.
That said, I’ve been too embarrassed to take pictures of it because then it would make it more real. Instead, I’ll post pictures of stuff that I should have been eating as a reminder to myself that eating healthy looks, tastes, and makes me feel good. As mentioned, my team has been working late for the past 2 weeks, so there have been a lot of catered breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I’ve been exhausted after work, working out/running, catching up on blog jazz, so eating the food at work has been far more convenient than preparing my own meals.
If you’ve read my About Me page (or haven’t), you’ll know that I’m still a work in progress in terms of weight loss. I almost hit my first goal weight the week I took off to Southern California for my first half marathon. I was ONE pound away. Ever since coming back, I’ve been fluctuating around and have been between 4-10 pounds from goal weight. In the past month, I’ve been between 6-10 pounds from goal. I loosened up a lot and let myself indulge one too many times (I ate almost an entire third of a peanut butter bar platter at today’s pot luck…I wish I was joking) because I figured I would work it off. Well, that hasn’t been the case either, so now I’m bloaty, lethargic, and breaking out. Fabulous!
The reason I bring this up is to remind everyone, and myself, that we’re all human and we slip even when we know what we need to do, ESPECIALLY when we know what we need to do. I know what to do to get back on track, and it took one reallllllly bad week of eating in the past several months to finally kickstart my engine again. And that’s fine by me.
Either way, I know I’m still further along, healthier, stronger, fitter, and slimmer than I was when I started. I have proof! Well not physical proof, but verbal affirmation, which has more of an impact on me. Since I’ve been seeing my trainer off and on for the past year (wow, already a year), his wife has tagged along here and there to catch up on things at the gym while we have our session. She and I rarely speak except to say hello and goodbye. During my session yesterday (more on that below), my trainer said that his wife wanted him to tell me that she thinks that I’ve been looking great. WHAAAA?! Even though I was feeling gross, bloated, and fat, I was so happy to hear those words. Here’s a lady who sees me look my grossest and feel my worst from afar, and she thinks that I’ve been looking good. I’ll take it!
So about this trainer I mention. I’m convinced he’s a sadist, seriously. My calves were really sore, tight, and knotted yesterday because my coworker and I decided to take a work break and climb 10 flights of stairs. Apparently my legs are capable of running on the balls of my feet for 10+ miles, but they can’t handle 10 flights of stairs, and I digress. Well with the race on Sunday and sore calves, I only wanted to focus on upper body and core, so he had me do the following:
-8 push-ups with legs on stability ball
-8 underhand grip pull-downs at a deep recline (65 lbs omg, almost died)
-16 wide-leg bench dips with alternating arm extensions
Wash, rinse, repeat 4x.
I thought we would finish with our typical leg stretch routine when he told me to lay on my stomach. Ummmm okay. Then I see him walk over to his bag and grab The Stick. Uh oh. He massages around on my calves to find the knots, and I was already writhing in pain (according to him, he was barely touching my leg). Then I proceeded to feel the most intense pain I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
For those of you out there who gave birth naturally. I bow down. I was literally sweating, gritting my teeth, suppressing animalistic screams, and crying like a baby as he rolled out my calves. I CANNOT begin to imagine feeling anything even half that bad in my nether regions….TMI? I was biting down on my arm and made a puddle of tears on the floor for what felt like hours. I think it was a total of 2 minutes across both legs. He kind of chuckled the whole time because he said he was barely applying any pressure. I called him a sadist.
He said I would probably hurt worse today before I started feeling better, all while slightly laughing at me as I laughed at myself for the spectacle I just made. Well, he was right. I waddled like a duck with a stick up its butt all freakin day. Then I did what any normal runner would do: I came home and ran a 5k around my neighborhood to help loosen out my legs. Oh, and it felt good! I purposely ran slower and took some walk breaks since my calves were still screaming for mom (but improving!) and the race is on Sunday, but I was able to get in some good fartlek intervals faster than race pace to feel the speed. It all felt fine.
I probably won’t be posting again until after the race on Sunday, so wish me luck! The weather is supposed to be a perfect 55-60 degrees! I hope you enjoy your weekend
Question of the Day: What are you plans for the weekend? Ever had an insanely painful roll sesh? Denver bloggers- You better find me at the start line or beer tent if you’re running the Sneak. Obligatory blogger pictures to ensue.