Monday, July 6, 2009

Frustration

Happy 4th of July!

Mine was not the best. I skipped out on a trip to LA that I would have loved to have taken due to money reasons. This was smart, because I really couldn't afford it at this particular time. After that, I was left with two options; go home to PA and have a good time or stay in Syracuse and keep the diet/exercise plan working.

I chose the latter; which was smart, but made me a bit lonely. It was a tough decision, actually, because I much rather would have been social and had a good time, but I felt like I'd be cheating myself because I set a goal and I need to stick to it.

The faster I get this over with the faster I can start dating again and having a life again and the sooner the better.

So, instead of just doing it normal - I went a bit overboard. You might remember last week I was a little disappointed that rain prevented me from reaching 30 miles for the first time.

No problem this week. I ran 40.1 miles. Yesterday afternoon I was tired, as the bulk of the running came from Friday to Sunday. Mentally I had come up with every excuse why I didn't need to do one last run, and I think they were all valid. But I went out there and pushed myself.



This morning was the worst. There was only a 10% chance of rain but it was raining when I woke up this morning. I always run on Monday morning because that's the day I "weigh-in" and it's important for me to get the week off to a good start.

I wore a light sweatshirt on account of the rain. So, I start off the run and this is a good idea because the wind was blowing and it was drizzling and it was keeping me warm. But within 10 minutes the sun was out and I was roasting and sweating my ass off. No fun. Add in the fact that my legs were slowly beginning to plan their coup against me and it was the worst run I've done in months. I think I can admit that I over-did it over the last 7 days.

But I finished and weighed in.

Weight Loss: -1.8 pounds
Weight: 206.8

Not going to lie - I'm disappointed. 40 friggin' miles and I didn't even lose 2 pounds. Hence one of the reasons the title of the post is frustration.

Needless to say I'm taking a big break. That's right, approximately 36 hours off. That's a big break for me.

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