Last week, I skipped the scale. I’m not exactly happy with that, but it sort of, kind of couldn’t be avoided. I had to carb load for a long run and had to rearrange and set my weigh in for Friday, but then I worked overtime last minute Thursday night and that just threw everything out of whack. After Saturday’s run, I started my 3-week taper leading up to the Austin Marathon next month.
• Saturday: my final extra-long long run! I wanted to run 20-22 miles. I had made lunch plans with some friends and we settled on an 11:30 meetup time. I set my alarm for 5:20am and was out of bed around 5:50. I had my coffee and got read and left the house around 6:45…about 25-30 minutes later than I meant for. I stopped at the bagel shop (and was very careful with how I stepped out of the car) for a bagel and some iced coffee. I arrived, hit the bathroom, warmed up and then was running by 7:33. I made my first 10 mile loop of Ladybird Lake in 1 hr 52 minutes. I decided I wanted to negative split the second loop and then do a fast finish for the final 3 miles. I got the second loop done in 1 hr 45 minutes. Woohoo! I did the final 3 miles at a 10:15 pace.
• Sunday: didn’t do anything, so rest day! I didn’t even hit my 10K steps for the day. Wah wah.
• Monday: went to the gym with the full intention of 65 minutes on the elliptical followed by strength training, but apparently I’m still having some mystery issue (one of my coworkers seems to think that maybe my blood sugar is dropping, but that doesn’t make sense because I’ve been working out on an empty stomach for MONTHS and haven’t had an issue until now) and so all I did was the elliptical. So frustrating.
• Tuesday: was going to go to the gym and try again, but realized I should probably log some miles just in case of last minute overtime during the week. So, I ran 6 miles at a 10:04 pace…woo! Even though I’ve only been doing the speedwork and hilly runs for a month, I can tell I’ve gotten faster and that the faster pace is just plain easier to hold onto. This run did not feel hard or like I was pushing myself at all.
• Wednesday: went to the gym for a redo. Tried a different approach this time. Started off with 30 minutes on the elliptical, then went and did my strength training and went to log my final 35 minutes on the elliptical.
• Thursday & Friday: happily picked up a shift of overtime on the night shift Wednesday night, so no workout. Then, while working overtime Wednesday night, got offered overtime Thursday night, so boom extra money on my mid-February paycheck, and unfortunately no workout.
Today marks the end of the first week of my 3 week taper. I cut my miles this week. Last week, between Sunday and Saturday, I ran a total of 45.45 miles. I have never run more than, I think, 38 miles in one calendar week before! I’m very proud of myself! This week, I was shooting for around 30 miles between Sunday and today, but these recaps run Saturday through Friday…and I ran 20 miles on Saturday. During the taper, I want to focus a little more on making sure I get in my gym time and actually do more than just the elliptical.
Last week, my food choices were “meh” at best. I strove to make this week’s choices better. I made my favorite salmon jerky over the weekend for my lunches this week. I settled on apples for snacks and sweet potatoes for dinners. And then, of course, my usual eggs for breakfast.
The foot is doing great, doesn’t hurt at all anymore, in fact. So, I’m guessing what I did was bruise the tendon/ligament or whatever. At any rate, it’s no longer an injury and that makes me happy.
Now let’s look at the scale. I haven’t stepped on it since the week before last.
Ugh. Just straight up ugh. This basically completely negates the weight I lost between September and November. Just great. I do want to touch on something. I am NOT being negative about my weight. I am NOT beating myself up over it. I am NOT being hard on myself about it. I am being completely, 100% positive about it. I know I can lose the weight again. This is just frustrating. I’m frustrated with the eating disorder that makes losing weight about 100 times (maybe more!) harder than it should be. I will always, always, always pick myself back up, dust myself off, and start running again. Literally and metaphorically. Everyone stumbles. Everyone falls. But not everyone gives up and quits. This whole process builds character.