Overall, I’m not a big fan of tracking every calorie that goes into my body, at leats not by number. I subscribe instead to the notion that if I’m eating only exceptional foods, I’ll likely do fairly well at calorie intake by the very nature of the food. For instance, legumes like black beans are super calorie dense, and I can eat all of those I want, more or less. But you get stuffed just eating a cup worth, so it’s “safe.”
But lately, I had to get to the bottom of things.
It was a GORGEOUS day for a trail race. I arrived plenty early, and so I brought Kat’s homemade oatmeal power cookies and some muffins from a local bakery and plopped them on the table next to all the other goodies. They had music blaring and hot drinks passed around, and I saw all kinds of great libations for the post race event. Everyone was really friendly and we made tons of goofy jokes about the weather.
The course was a 5.2 mile loop instead of the 10K course in the forest across the street. There was a pretty killer hill near the end of the loop, but I thought there were plenty of really good inclines that didn’t receive mention. This course trailed through pine forests, alongside a few ponds, through two fields where I once saw deer in warmer weather (and still found tracks). There were crows overhead and the occasional red tailed hawk hanging out on a treetop. And lots of crazy people in running clothes.
Well, I ran a marathon in snow. Why not a 20K in freezing rain and sleet? Yep, that’s the weather report for tomorrow, or so I’ve been told. I’m personally really pleased, because these are great excuses to run slower. Know what I mean? I can say, “Well, it WAS sleet and freezing rain.”
I’m a big fan of “run the race you’ve got.” If there was a race requirement that I put on lead shoes and wear a skirt, I’d do that too. Whatever’s in front of me is the race I’ve come to run. It’s something I read about in a marine book. Those guys are all about zero whine. They like to do what’s in front of them, and feel better if things are stacked against them.
I got plenty of rest yesterday, and I needed it. I didn’t get to run in the afternoon as planned, but that’s okay. We got LOTS more snow today, so I’m planning to leave work early (time owed) and hit the state park by the house for a quick six or seven. It’s so gorgeous out. I’m the only goober whistling Let It Snow.
I wanted to talk about drive and motivation. Last night, I wanted to eat something when I woke up for my daughter around 1 AM. I thought about having a bite, but then I realized that I’ve been four days straight monster-free. No nighttime snacks for four straight days. (If you knew me, you’d be ASTOUNDED). And there’s lesson 1.
I still haven’t left work from last night.
But it’s snowing! Oh man! I want to grab my stuff and go run. I want to go plow into the woods and not come out for a few sweaty hours. Oh man, there’s nothing like fresh snow to invigorate you!
I’m not griping. I’m just voicing what’s in my skull.
It’s just about 6:30AM. I’ve been at work since midnight. I’m filling in for a coworker who looked like death warmed over. Normally, I’d be finishing up my lifting and heading up to run, or I’d be almost done my run and thinking about a steam room.
Distractions are a killer, aren’t they? We took the old dusty TV out of the closet for the next couple of months, you know, to give the kid something to do besides suit up and kick slush around the parking lot. So, I take out my XBox and go rent Halo 2 from Blockbuster. Last night, I finished up around 12:57AM, and only then because Kat woke up to a righteous explosion (even with the sound turned down).
Oddly, I didn’t get up and do that brisk walk I’d scheduled.
Okay, I have a knowledgable group of friends online. Tell me if you know the answer to this:
I’m doing romanian deadlifts with dumbells today. I’ve got two 80 lb. dumbells. I can manage the weight insofar as my back and legs and arms are happy with it. BUT, I can’t keep a great grip on it.