Now, I'm not really interested in doing a 5K just so I can say I did a 5K. But I am interested in using the map of the route for my later weeks of training.
Today's entry is not so encouraging. If you have self-esteem issues it might be a trigger for you. Just so you know.
I did NOT want to go out this morning. This was not mere grumbling. There was hardly any grumbling, because I did not have energy for grumbling. I only had energy for dragging myself through my repetitions. I did three repetitions, as I have the past two days, but I did not like it. I did not feel any exhilaration. I felt like I was dragging myself through mud with weights strapped to my arms. I felt (and still feel right now) fat. When I got home I just wanted to go back to bed. I dragged myself through my stretches.
Obviously I have found a reserve of energy somewhere, because here I am on the computer typing up my training log instead of lying in bed where I want to be. I think the desire to whine in public has trumped my desire to lie still.
Why am I so damn tired? I went to bed early last night. I ate my vegetables. I ate all my meals.
The number on the scale has crept up a couple of pounds this week despite my good eating and exercising properly. Good eating and more exercise are supposed to mean less weight and more energy. My clothes still fit fine and I even tried on a smaller size work pants on yesterday's shopping trip (almost there, but not quite) and my brain knows all about the fat/muscle comparison thing...but my brain has also been trained for a long time to see that number on the scale as the be all, end all and it's not going down. I know I'm being illogical. Today I just want the stupid number to go down.
|Robert E. Howard|
This man wrote Pigeons From Hell.
So there's that.