Happiness, oh, happiness.
In general, yes, I think I am happy.
Tonight? NO! Okay, I’m being a little dramatic.
Was supposed to put down 8 mile run after work. I had my new shoes (as a recap, the Kwickys got returned, and I have been in mourning), so Brooks Adrenaline was what Fleet Feet Johns Creek prescribed. It was 100 degrees this afternoon and I forgot my Fuel Belt, so to the dreadmill, I went.
One mile in, the shoes were feeling good, and I felt good. By the time Mile 2 hit me, I was dead. Everything hurt. My heartrate was through the roof. Bad bad bad. I went from a 5.3 pace on the treadmill to a screeching halt somewhere in slow man’s land at a 4.2, and feeling like I was going to fall over. I made it to 6 miles in what could only have been a 15 minute mile pace. I was exhausted.
(Though not as exhausted as I was on this day).
So I declared the new shoes no good, stopped the treadmill, sat down, and I put back on the old Nikes.
Oh boy. Ouch. I declared those shoes SUPER NO GOOD. Wow, so the new shoes are definitely better. A little blistering, but ok. So, I cannot blame the shoes, only the body. Was it exhaustion from my two weekends of race-a-palooza? Long work day? My food intake? My hips and back hurt, my IT band. I need about sixteen Band-Aids all over me to fix the giant boo-boo of me.
Admittedly, I have been eating garbage over the past few weeks. I’m just so hungry, and today was the first day that I was determined (again…oh, once again) to get back on track. Again. I must get 20 pounds off this butt before Miami.
Here’s what I ate today:
coffee (2 cups)
Mix 1 Strawberry Banana (protein shake) (x2)
organic PB&J sandwich (x2)
organic cereal bar (x2)
Before/ During Run:
2 Hammer Fizz
4 Shot Bloks
2 bottles of water
3 egg whites
organic chocolate milk
tilapia salad with salsa
So. What was wrong with the food? (Yes, the total veganism lasted a solid month…and that month involved alot of beer… so the weightloss didn’t really happen for me.) Anyway, I digress. Is that not enough food? Not enough protein? Bad choices? Too much? I think my pre-run intake was 1600 calories. Maybe not enough? But I’m trying to cut calories too. Ugh.
I bit the bullet, and the Expert and I are going to a triathlon dietician/nutritionist next week. I knew what to eat for weightlifting (ah-hem… tuna and broccoli). But I really have no idea how to fuel this body and fuel it for fat loss, while tri training too. I have the Matt Fitzgerald Racing Weight book….and I like to look at the pictures and menus of the pros, but the rest… well, I struggle with that book.
So, I am going to have a real live person (and newly crowned Ironman) look at me and declare: you are tubby – eat this, not that – and ye shall be less tubby – ye shall be svelte (well, kind of) and speedy for Miami. Okay, so less fat, and less slow.
72 scary countdown days to Miami. When I get scared, I just think of the sticker. Oh, car stickers make me happy….
(HAPPY ALMOST FRIDAY… on Saturday, I will be celebrating my 70.3 day countdown…to 70.3 Miami)