Last night was rough – on many, many levels. My future mother in law had called us on Sunday night and invited us
to dinner on Monday. Dana, Matt’s
sister, and one of my best friends was coming down for dinner with her
daughter. She was going to make
lasagna. YAY!!!
NOT. I CAN’T EAT
PASTA!!! It has nothing to do with
carbs, or calories… I gave it up for Lent.
I have a love affair with pasta – and maybe that’s the carbs talking,
but I really do. It doesn’t matter what
kind of pasta either. I love it
all. I knew that I would not be able to
resist if it was sitting right there in front of me. So I made a plan.
I packed my workout gear before work yesterday. I picked Matt up, and we went over to his
Moms. Everyone is drinking wine, and
sampling food – and I sat at the counter with my water. I made small talk, chitty-chatted for a
while, caught up on all the gossip. And
when it was time to eat – I made a bee-line for the door. I went to the gym while everyone else
ate.
As you all know from my previous posts – my legs have been
cramping up a lot while running. But
this was a new week, and a new workout.
C25K Week 2 – Day 1. This week
consists of intervals of 90 seconds running, 2 minutes walking. So I decided to stretch my legs out a bit
before I started.
Immediately, I knew something was off. I wasn’t 30 seconds into the warm up, and
BOTH of my legs started cramping. I told
myself to push through it, that the last time, I pushed through, and the pain
went away. It didn’t go away
though. I started running on the first
interval, and the pain got pretty bad. I
was taking sharp breaths, and wincing. I
would bet money that Treadmill Barbie next to me was texting her BFF about the
FatGirl crying after working out for 5 minutes, 30 seconds. I pushed through the interval, knowing there
would be relief when I was able to walk for the two minutes. I was wrong.
When I started walking, the pain level stayed the same. This was both of my legs. I felt like they were going to give out on
me. Each step burned more, and
more. I limped through the second
interval, continuing to tell myself that at any time, the paid would
subside. By the time I was 10 minutes in
– I had to pause the machine to try to stretch out my legs. After about 10 seconds, the machine shut itself
off. AWESOME. I stretched for the full 2 minute walking
time, and started the treadmill back up.
There was absolutely NO difference. I turned the incline off - no difference. I slowed my speed down – no difference. I pushed through another 10 minutes, and had
to stop again. I paused the machine again,
and it shut itself off again. I followed
the time on the app, and started the machine back up when it was time to run
again.
I have no idea how many calories I burned. I have no clue how far I ran. I know I was slower – but I did it. No matter how slow I was, or what disgusting
look Treadmill Barbie gave me, I was still faster than everyone sitting on a
couch last night. I pushed myself to the
point of tears. I finished it when I
normally would have quit. It’s when it’s
hard that we get results. It’s the pain
that makes it worth it. It’s called a workout because it requires EFFORT.
Without the work, without the pain, without the burn, it's just an EASY-OUT. And I DID it.
I took my time stretching last night, and decided that
squats and deadlifts probably weren’t the best idea – so I skipped doing
SL5x5. I wasn’t happy about that, but I
was honestly afraid of hurting myself – and I decided it just wasn’t worth it
to me to risk it.
The rest of the night was exhausting. I ran around the house straightening up for
Little Man’s birthday party tonight. I
planned secret surprises, and baked cupcakes.
What I forgot to do? Make myself
dinner. I ended up with a salad, and
cheese and crackers. I was about 800
calories UNDER my goal last night, and that’s not good. I was so tired, and I was sore. Very, very sore.
As I logged my pathetic dinner last night, I
noticed ONE thing… my water. I had
nowhere near the amount of water I normally do by the time I had worked out. That leaves me with two things that were not
normal about this workout. 1.) I
stretched beforehand, and 2.) I don’t think I was hydrated enough. Tomorrow when I attack Day 2 head on, I am
going to make sure that I am adequately hydrated, and I’m going to skip the
pre-workout stretching. Maybe I will see
a difference in my performance.
“YOUR BIGGEST CHALLENGE ISN’T SOMEONE ELSE. IT’S THE ACHE IN YOUR LUNGS AND THE BURNING
IN YOUR LEGS, AND THE VOICE INSIDE YOU THAT YELLS “CAN’T”, BUT YOU DON’T
LISTEN. YOU JUST PUSH HARDER. AND THEN YOU HEAR THE VOICE WHISPER “CAN”. AND YOU DISCOVER THAT THE PERSON YOU THOUGHT
YOU WERE IS NO MATCH FOR THE ONE YOU REALLY ARE.”
The NEW FatGirl
