I ate during the entirety of the 4 1/2 day weekend we were visiting family. And it wasn’t healthy food. Two Thanksgiving dinners, multiple meals out with the extended fam. It was a glutton’s paradise.
To be fair, I haven’t started my running off-season yet and, when I do, I typically will have a weekend filled with eating what I want. This usually includes everything that I’ve deprived myself of for the past 11 months (full disclosure: I still have cheat meals, and I still enjoy my after-dinner dessert each night).
I had a few decent runs over the weekend, though – 7 miles, 5 miles and 4 miles – plus a CrossFit inspired workout. We also took the kiddos to Great Wolf Lodge in Kansas City for a night, so I spent more than several hours climbing stairs and cargo nets.
By last night, I felt miserable. I was tired, sluggish and lethargic. Yes, we had a busy weekend and, yes, I spent 4 hours driving yesterday. But all I wanted to do was lay down. I didn’t even need to sleep.
Do I regret enjoying some of the things I ate? Not really. I don’t do this often. But it’s a good reminder of balance. I think I do a nice job of balancing the good food with the bad on a daily basis. I know that I’m never going to hit 100% of my nutrition, so I try to be realistic.
I hit the ground running today with a solid breakfast of peanut butter and honey toast, and enjoyed a good (homemade) grilled chicken salad for lunch. I’ve even only had one can of Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper and I’m not falling asleep at my desk. That is already a small miracle since I don’t drink coffee.
When I get home, the running shoes are going to be on my feet, and I’ll be hitting the pavement through town. Now that this weekend is out of my system, I fully intend to outrun the bad diet of the past 4+ days. Or, at the very least, run away from it.