Well, hellllloooo! I can’t believe it’s Wednesday already. Where is the week going?
I want to show you what happens when someone finishes up an entire month of restrictive eating, comes home after a five mile run on an empty stomach and does NOT have a plan for dinner or the groceries to get creative.
Pizza. Pizza happens. The kind that’s hot when you are ready. Wow. It was so bad, peeps, so bad. All through yesterday, I was thinking about how I was going to keep up my all-natural healthy eating. My breakfast was good, my lunch was stellar. I was keepin’ it clean with all my eats. But I am human. I finished my 5 mile training run absolutely starving and when I got home, Sam was ready to go re-stock his beer fridge at our local fave beverage store (I suggested the re-stock = 3 awesome wife points). He asked, “what’s for dinner?” and I said “how about a pizza?” before I could stop myself. Whatev.
At 8:10pm, after a beer run and a drive thru the pizza place, we were stuffing our faces in the parking lot like famished animals. Oh the horrors.
The rest made it home, somehow.
Do I feel terrible about this? Not really. I did have a little bit of a guilty belly after the massacre was over, but I realized, this eating is very out of character and is a good representation of:
why you should always have a dinner plan
why you should properly fuel your runs so you’re not running on empty
why Michael Pollan says sometimes you should break the rules
It’s also a good look at why diets don’t work. Now, I know I wasn’t exactly on a diet for the last month, but I was eliminating foods from my digestive vocabulary. To me, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other. Tell your body no no no over and over again and soon, it’s going to rebel. At that point, you’re just along for the ride while your stomach takes over and your mouth is second-in-command. It’s not a good feeling. It’s pretty much binging and it creates a vicious cycle.
Instead of beating myself up over a pizza, I’m just going to move on. No biggie. I indulged. It’s fine. I’m back on track.
In other news, I tried a new form of cross training: undercover cross training. Hal Higdon says today I should be either running 3 miles today or cross training. I almost always choose cross training, but lately, it’s gotten pretty vanilla. My cross training is always the 30 day Shred or yogAHHH. Not today! Today, I was going to spice it up AND kill two birds with one stone.
I BIKED TO WORK (I feel hard core saying that!). My cross training was going undercover as my commute.
I know you’re jealous of my PhysioFit bicycle. Haha, I know, I don’t know what kind of brand that is either. I “inherited” the bike when my grandpa passed away, it’s his old one. I like free things, don’t you? At least I took the AM radio off the handlebars before I ventured out. I also packed my backpack with my lunch, laptop and change of clothes for work. You didn’t think I was going to wear sweats to the office, did you?! Of course, safety first.
If they ever make a cute looking bike helmet, I’ll be the first in line. Until then, I will resemble a mushroom.
It took about 50 minutes to bike the 8.62 miles in to work. I tracked it using my RunKeeper, which has alternative settings for cycling, walking, hiking, downhill skiing, cross-country skiing, snowboarding and skating. Hmm, skating? Oh well, the RunKeeper has proven its worth!
I wasn’t really pushing myself, just enjoying the sunshine and the ride. For the last two miles, I was cursing my bony rump. I either need to get a padded seat for the bike, or figure out how to add padding to MY seat, if you know what I mean.
I got changed at the office and was thankful I remembered this crucial tool for biking to work…
Oh yes. I have a desire for fitness not to be the questionably odorous co-worker. Since it was about 40* out, I didn’t really break a sweat, but better safe than smelly.
It was pretty fun. I can see myself doing this maybe once a week, maybe more sporadically. I did have to bike on the actual street, which made me nervous. I know, I know, I’m a big baby. I just have a lot of life to live and I would hate to get hit by a car. It would really put a crimp in my plans!
Ever taken “alternative” transportation to work? Ever thought about it? What’s holding you back?