Today’s lesson: fueling. Can we just call this a ‘what not to do’ lesson?
When I woke up I was sooo tired (we’ve been staying up way too late catching up on Scrubs) that I convinced myself it would be better to push my run back to the afternoon. That’d be great and all, except that I am a way better morning exerciser. Especially except the fact that I can run at 9am after downing just a Goo, but by 5pm I need to have actually eaten food and that was a little tricky. Two different loaves of bread simultaneously sprouted mold yesterday and if our cupboards had a fuel gauge it’d be reading empty.
I ate a few spoonfuls of ice cream frosting (yuuuuum),
and a slice of swiss cheese,
but then it seemed like I probably should find food food.
But by the time I’d walked a block away from the house it started to pour, which is how I ended up convincing myself that (an entire tray of) nachos would make awesome running fuel.
Also, I had a cupcake.
Too cute not to be a good idea!
Adam came home earlier than expected this afternoon and as we hung out it got later and later and myplanned 7-mile run seemed harder and harder. Which is why nachos actually do make awesome pre-run fuel: I felt like such a fat idiot that I was extra motivated to get out there! Go me?
I headed to Delaware Park for four 1.75 mile loops. 7 miles in 1 hour and 15 minutes. <– that time is especially sad when you consider that I stopped every loop to stretch/drink and I paused my clock for the breaks. Maybe I do need to relook at my fueling.
I didn’t get done with my run until after 9pm so I ended up just skipping dinner. <– don’t do as I do
This was a strange post. Also, clearly I’ve stayed up too late watching Scrubs again.























































































