The weekend after the marathon I had a friend in town, and I proceeded to relive my college days [read: drink, eat, drink, eat, repeat] for 36 hours. And wow. There are two reasons I weighed a lot more in college. And I think they're called beer and drunk eating. After that bender, I remembered that I had in fact registered for a half marathon that was in a few days. That's when I set out on my one semi-decent run in between the marathon and the half. Yup, you read that correctly, here's Sarsh's plan for running a full and a half with two weeks in between:
Day 1: Run marathon in nor'easter.
Day 2: Fly home, struggle to get your luggage and yourself home in one piece. Moan.
Days 3-6: Use marathon as a justification for everything you eat, including but not limited to, bacon cheeseburgers and ice cream.
Days 7-8: Live like a college kid.
Day 9: Remember why you were physically unable to run more than .5 miles in college.
Day 10: Run 4 miles.
Days 11 -13: Eat. Sleep. Contemplate going to the gym.
Day 14: Run half marathon.
There you have it folks. That's what I've been up to. It's still a little tricky getting back on track and adjusting back to running for kicks rather than having a set mileage in my head that I need to achieve. I'm not going to lie, adjusting to normal eating habits for a 20something woman is not so easy either. I was so used to eating whatever I wanted (sometimes enough for a family of four, don't judge), and it wasn't really an issue because I was running between 30-40 miles a week. This week my jeans informed me that these reckless eating habits are no longer acceptable, especially considering my weekly mileage is more around 15. Blah. I'm determined to get back in the swing of things this week and hopefully be running like a normal human being. We'll see how this goes.
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