This has been a rough week!!!
Eating healthy and becoming active seem to have opened our eyes to a lot of things; making even the slightest hiccup in our routine MUCH more obvious. Lack of sleep (which is a HUGE issue this week, due to my impending writing deadline), a small “cheat” in our eating habits, and even a change in schedule as to when we eat can really ‘jack-up’ our whole day….if not week.
My body has quickly become very attached to my diet, workout routine, and sleeping schedule (and I think Der’s has as well). I don’t take too well to any interferences (like missing our Monday evening workout tonight due to the fact that I’m running on about 3 hours sleep since Saturday). Not sleeping also seems to cause me to retain really, really unwanted water weight. GRRR!
Also, I’m trying to tackle my biggest fitness nemesis: RUNNING!
I really hate running!!!!!!!! ‘And if anyone can be bad at simply putting one foot in front of the other, I am. I run terribly slowly, likely slower than anyone shy of age 60 (hence, my self imposed nickname, the Granny Gallop-er”). I’ve never been able to crack the 12 mile per hour mark. I mean, REALLY, 12 miles per hour??? I’m only 32, only slightly overweight, and suffer from no serious physical handicaps. So, what’s the deal? I’m trying to figure that out!
Even though I hate running..in slow motion, that is…I want to conquer it. I don’t want to run super-fast (which will probably prove impossible for me). I don’t want to run super-far (which I see as more of a punishing experience than anything else). I simply want to be able to run without pain, for the purpose of burning calories and supplementing my workout routine. ‘AND I WILL ACHIEVE THIS GOAL!
Above: Skinny Me, 2002 Virginia Beach 1/2 marathon. Finished in, eek, 3:03
Since, I’ve started my 1-3 mile slow-motion jaunts over the past few weeks, I’ve been experiencing more and more pain in the tendons on the outside of my wonky right foot (I have a foot that turns outward…always has). Dr. Google says lateral ankle support will help. We’ll see if the doc is right. Time will tell if I end up back at Campbell Clinic.
Changing topics, Friday night, I had a dream I was in junior high gym class. I remember feeling as terrified and demeaned as I did 20 years ago (when I was the epitome of the 90 lb weakling and had the coordination of an intoxicated, 3-legged dog).
One of my undergrad psychology professors once told me, “dreams don’t mean anything.” I’m going to stick with that and not delve any further into my psyche on this one.
Finally, on a less thought-provoking, long-winded note, I noticed the other day that the ads on the sidebar of my G-mail homepage have recently changed. I am most impressed by an ad that appeared Friday, entitled, “How to Get Free Bacon!” ‘Really shoulda’ clicked on that one