Sunday Run-Day

I’ve been running about once a week for the last couple of months, usually with my dude. The Sunday before Thanksgiving we’re running a 4 miles race so every weekend we’re prepping for it. Last Sunday we ran 5k through the west side of Central Park and up The Dakota. 

We were 100% dead after. My quads and calves have been super tight lately and this didn’t help. I spent a bunch of time lying face down on my floor in frog pose afterwards. 

Running can still be boring as a calculus class, but it’s better if you run outside and with someone.

My steps while I’ve been in Scandinavia. I guess this is why I’ve been living off carbs while I’ve been here. Mostly croissants and cinnamon rolls. Also lots of meat, potatoes, and lingonberries.

Can anyone suggest a meal plan for detoxing after all this? No cleanses because cleanses are bullshit. I’m just looking for a meal plan.

Say Cheese.

My colleagues and I like to go to the Calexico cart in SoHo for lunch every now and then (meaning a few times a week, but I go about once a week). I always get a burrito with a side of crack sauce because: CRACK SAUCE. It’s so good. Calexico is fantastic Mexican food and it’s decently priced – about the same as Chipotle. But this past Monday I decided to switch things up and have a quesadilla instead.

Oh boy, did I ever regret that decision. Don’t get me wrong: It was delicious. In the moment. Then… then I wanted to die. I felt sick and bloated for a good two days after. It wasn’t tainted food (Calexico, you’re delicious, it’s not you, it’s me, I swear) it was that my stomach wasn’t used to all the cheese that I was eating.

Since I was diagnosed with a sinus infection in February, I’ve steered clear of dairy (well, mainly cheese). I still eat greek yogurt on the regular and mac’n’cheese sometimes, but never foods that are HEAVILY packed with cheese like this was. 

So, what’d I do? Stopped drinking the iced coffee that I was having in the morning (the iced part of it makes you bloat and slows down digestion) and exchanged it for green tea. Then I ate meals that consisted mostly of whole-ish foods: carrot sticks, zucchini, hummus, chicken, and pita (this is not really a whole food, I know, but it’s delicious). And some nuts. And guess what – the veggies kept me full and I felt great!

I also realized on MyFitnessPal that my fat intake was way too high compared to my protein intake. I have it set right now to 50% carbs, 20% protein, and 30% fat. I don’t know if this is the best settings for weight loss, so if you know, let me know. I only want to loose 5-10lbs that I gained over the horrendous winter, so if you have any suggestions over what the correct ration is, I’d love to hear it.

But I’ve learned my lesson: no more quesadillas or anything really loaded down with cheese. My insides cannot take it.

Off the Wagon

No, not that wagon. The Healthy Eating and Exercise Wagon.

Between ending one job, starting a new one, and moving, I only went to yoga about once a week and I’ve been eating lots of peanut butter, pizza, Greek yogurt, and falafel. Hence not eating well, or very healthfully. 

But that all changes this weekend. I’m going to make a bunch of quinoa with vegetables and curried chicken with basmati rice and have it for meals so the pizza-and-falafel binge can stop. 

I also expanded my YogaWorks membership to include the SoHo studio which is just four blocks from my office. I went to a 1pm class yesterday on my lunch break which was probably the greatest thing ever. I went to a class in my neighborhood tonight and I’ll go to another tomorrow on my lunch break again.

I also started recording my food on MyFitnessPal again today. Maybe seeing the calories add up in front of my face will also make me clean up my act a bit.

My clothes don’t fit any differently, I don’t think, but I just feel like shit. So, here goes, yoga and MFP: don’t fail me now!

The Key is Breathing

I started running again semi-regularly about a month ago. And by “semi-regularly,” I mean I ran about once a week. The thing was I started running longer distances than I ever had before. I used to run 2-2.5 miles at once and be done. Occasionally I’d slip in a 5k, but not normally.

Then I had my heart set on completing the loop in Central Park. Which is, like, six (6!) miles. I tried once, and cut out some, and then walked about ¼ of the way so it was four miles and some change. Then I tried to run the perimeter of the park and gave up after about 3 miles, cut across the park, and went home. 

You know what I did every time I wanted to stop? I breathed. Whenever my yoga teachers have told me in the past to breathe into where ever you feel discomfort: they’re totally right. Just breathe. But finally today I was able to do it. I took a couple of 20 second walking breaks, but I did it (at a pretty good pace of 10:22/mile) and I felt great. 

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And then I started to not feel so great anymore. I ate a ½ cup of oatmeal before I went out but with probably no more than a ½ cup of water, so I think I was pretty dehydrated. I ate a grilled cheese and avocado sandwich and a lot of water after.

After I showered and started running errands, with plans to go to two super easy yoga classes tonight, I started feeling really shitty. Like really, really shitty. 

I came home and laid down (and watched a really random, sort of okay but probably not movie called “Waiting For Forever” and now I’m taking it easy for the rest of the evening. I really want to order Chinese (since grocery shopping obviously didn’t happen today) but most of me thinks this is a pretty terrible idea.

So, a question to all the (maybe 2?) runners who happen to stumble upon this entry: Was I feel shitty because I ran the longest distance I’ve ever run? I’m attributing my being run down to the fact that I was dehydrated and the weather was super warm last week and now it’s finally acting like it’s fall out.

Yeah. That sounds about right. But I did it! I ran all six miles. Do I ever want to increase my miles again? Nah, not really. Marathons, half-marathons, and basically anything longer than what I ran seem really silly to me.

And I’m pretty sure I’d feel incredibly… shitty after running one.

The Heat Is On

I don’t know if you heard, but it was, like, 100* or something in New York City today. Days like today are why I’m so. glad. that I have an “average” office job… because that means… air conditioning. All day long.

I’ve been reading a lot of blogs written by runners and their anxiety over running in this heat. To which I reply: no shit. I hate (loathe) running on treadmills, but if it’s that or running in 80% humidity and passing out, I’d take the treadmill.

And that’s what I did on Sunday morning. I had just gone the last week or so being pretty inactive (and truth be told, running had kind of stopped for me and taken a back seat to yoga for the last month or two anyway) but I was determined to get my shit together again.

I ran on the treadmill in my building for half an hour (totally awful, slow pace but it was better than sweating out every ounce of water from my body), walked thirty blocks to see an apartment, walked another 35 blocks later, and then took a yoga class. 

I felt awesome. I took another yoga class tonight (my favorite advanced one – the teacher, Lisa Matkin, is the best), and I’ll probably be at another one tomorrow.

I’m not sure I really like running at all anymore to be honest. it’s good to get my heart rate up and burn a few calories, but I don’t like running in the heat or cold, so that leaves very months (nowadays) eligible for running). I also think my knees were kind of hating me. 

That said: to burn more during the week easily I’m going to try to start running 3 times a week for half an hour. I think that’ll get my heart rate up.

And Greek yogurt is my best as far as foods go.