I hope I don’t give off the impression that I in any way live my life as the perfect healthy living candidate. I still struggle. A lot. And have bad days, and bad weeks, or in this case, bad weekends. This past weekend was SO MUCH FUN, but I didn’t do even one thing that was remotely good for my health.
In case you didn’t read between the lines there, let me translate for you. I overdid it with booze and food this weekend, big time. Late nights out led to eating pizza (twice), popcorn, and chinese food, and it also translated into lazy mornings that didn’t involve any sort of physical activity besides laying on the couch.
Now, don’t get me wrong – I had a BLAST hanging out with my girlfriends.
And I also found the PERFECT recipe for homemade Bloody Mary mix. (It’s this one, plus 2 teaspoons of fresh horseradish per recipe).
Fancy garnishes encouraged.
BUT, when I woke up yesterday morning, I felt like crap. Bloated, exhausted, headache-y, and just not the way you hope to feel on a Monday morning to start off the week. I had to go to a conference for the first part of day for work, and woke up too late to get a workout in beforehand, and then came home after the conference and plugged away at work for several hours.
I was almost ready to melt into the couch for the evening when I realized I had no excuse to not go for a run before giving in. After overdoing it for so many days in a row, I had a feeling my body might not respond the best, but I knew I had to at least give it a try if I had any hopes of snapping out of it.
It was one of those runs where I set out not sure of how far I’d go, or even where I’d go, I just went. I ended up running from my place in Dupont Circle into Georgetown, and at the point where I would normally turn around to do a 3 mile run, I decided to just keep going and added another mile in for a total of 4 miles.
My runs for the last several weeks have been “fine” at best, and that’s honestly a stretch. I’ve felt out of breath before I started, had to fight for every step of them, and just had to play mind games with myself the entire time. I am SURE that has everything to do with being inconsistent with working out for the last couple weeks, which is why last night was so surprising.
I felt energized, powerful, and confident with every step of the run. I had a pep in my step and felt like a million bucks the whole time as I passed people left and right on the sidewalk (granted, they were WALKING home from work, but still). I probably could have kept going, but I didn’t want to push it. It was one of those runs where I needed it to be good, even if I didn’t expect it to be. Does that make sense?
Anyway, I got home, stretched, and basically bounced up the stairs to my apartment because I was feeling so great.
Not even faking that smile!
And only then did I let myself melt into the couch for the night. And don’t worry, I even showered first.