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I Promise To Take Better Care Of My Body
Last weekend, my running buddy Megan wrote a blog post about how she was being all crazy and reckless and stuff. The gist? She ran 16 miles without much breakfast, spent plenty of time throughout the weekend drinking and didn’t get enough sleep.
I remember reading her post and being like, “Dang, Megan, you’re crazy. And a little hardcore. And also crazy.”
Guess what I did this weekend?
The exact same thing Megan did last weekend.
Let’s go back in time, because I’m going to re-hash this weekend’s events, and by the end of the post let’s all nod in unison when we learn the lesson about how we all need to take better care of ourselves. Every good post ends with a lesson, just like every good episode of “Full House” ended with that instrumental music and Danny telling Michelle why, even though she’s the cutest sibling, it’s not fair for her to get all the attention all the time. Stephanie needs love, too. DJ doesn’t, because she’s too busy starving herself and rocking out on the Stairmaster. Idiot.
THINGS I DID ON FRIDAY:
- Took a fun little lunch break to go wedding dress shopping with my friend Lauren.
- Went to an easy spin class after work even though I swore I was going to take a rest day. My bad.
- Went to Centolire for dinner and ate a five-course meal for no reason other than “I felt like it.”
And that brings us to SATURDAY:
- I set my alarm for 7 am.
- I woke up at 8:30 am.
- I freaked out about how I slept in an hour and a half on a Saturday. I realized that I have a knack for overreacting.
Now let’s pause from the bullet points to talk about the next part of my story: The Long Run.
Coach Cane had me running 16 miles on Saturday, and in my head that was no big deal. I ran 15 miles at a pretty quick pace two weeks ago, so 16 miles at a much more comfortable pace should have been no problem, right?
No, apparently not.
It was snowing in the city, which was nice, because the snow was pretty but it was reasonably warm out. I wore shorts. Obviously.
The plan was to stick around a 9:00–9:15 pace. My marathon goal pace for the Eugene Marathon is 8:45, so doing my long runs slower is the goal throughout training. I tend to suck at this because I like going faster and getting it over with.
Brian ran with me for a few of the early miles, before his knee decided he was done. And then I set off on my own, and the miles seemed to go by incredibly slowly.
I stuck to the main loops in Central Park, including one Bridle Path loop toward the end because I was so bored. Normally I can circle Central Park for hours and I don’t get sick of it, but something about Saturday just felt tedious.
I wasn’t mentally excited about the run because I had a lot of things to do the rest of the weekend. Plus, after just a few miles, my left hip started to hurt. I’ve been told this is the result of a tight IT band, and even though it’s been a little nagging pain over the past few weeks, it never amounted to much. Saturday, though, it hurt more. It hurt enough that I stopped and stretched a few times over the last six or so miles.
Pace-wise I did fine. Honestly, I felt as if I were crawling the entire time, but my splits prove otherwise. They’re even a bit faster than I had planned for.
Now we can go back to bullet-point style, because it’s more fun and it’s easier to read.
- I finished my run by showing up at Brian’s apartment unannounced and begging for a hot shower. He obliged.
- He also forced me to foam roll for longer than I would have done on my own. It hurt. And he made me do stretches, like pigeon pose.
- I got hungry and Brian said I could order “whatever I wanted” for lunch. So I ordered two pizzas and garlic knots.
- I spent three hours laying on the couch without any desire to move.
- I didn’t eat dinner. I kept thinking I would eat eventually, but I never did.
- I went to Hoboken. That’s in New Jersey. It seems so far away, but it’s actually not. A bunch of college friends were in town and they were going out in Hoboken, so Brian and I ventured onto the mysterious PATH train to join them. Suddenly, it was 2 am and I was in New Jersey and I still hadn’t eaten dinner.
And then came Sunday:
- I woke up at 5 am, pissed that I had gone to sleep in compression socks because I suddenly felt suffocated. Removing them proved to be quite the challenge.
- I woke up again at 7 am starving. Shocking.
- Brian and I went to breakfast. I had a spinach and goat cheese omelet and some fantastic hot chocolate.
- I felt awful all morning. Really awful.
- I went back to bed.
- I woke up at noon remembering that I had to be somewhere at 1 pm: Soulcycle.
Yeah, I made it to spinning. My hip felt OK, not great, but this place is expensive and you don’t register for a class and then not show up. So I showed up, I was on the center bike in the front row, and I managed to spin my little heart out. I sweat out about a gallon of pinot grigio, and by the end of the fantastic, dance-filled 45-minute ride, I was brought back to life.
Sweat is the cure, man. I swear.
But I had to get my life back in order, because I currently have a visitor/roommate for a few days!
Emily is in New York City at this exact moment. In honor of her visiting — and, more truthfully, in honor of one-year-since-meeting-Brian — I offered to make dinner for two of my favorite people last night. You would think that my offer to cook would have visitors feeling appreciative, but apparently not.
Seriously though, I’m following through on my “cook one new dish a month” resolution, and last night I made scallops, “risotto” (I used this recipe) and Brussels sprouts. Personally, I think everything came out pretty dang well.
Brian and Emily said everything was “good,” but neither of them asked for seconds so maybe they were just being polite.
I made dessert, too. The easiest dessert ever, in fact.
New Year’s Resolution success continues!
- I woke up and foam rolled. That’s progress right there.
- I took Emily to work with me. She got excited when I showed her the bathroom.
That’s the weekend wrap-up, and I think there’s plenty we can all take away from the few mistakes I made.
So what did we learn?
- I need to stretch and foam roll more. For real. Daily stretching, plus foam rolling in the morning and before bed. Twice a day. No excuses.
- I should probably cool it on the drinking from now until April 29. Social drinking? Fine. But I’m not going to fly across the country to race this marathon with a booze-filled belly. It’s not going to help.
- More hydration. More water.
- REST DAYS, ALISON. FULL, ENTIRE, COMPLETE REST DAYS.
- My eating habits suck. Even though a lot of what I eat is actually reasonably healthy, the portions I inhale are far too large. I don’t make a habit of weighing myself, but I’m fairly certain that any number of scales would tell you that Ali Today isn’t as light as Ali From Two Months Ago. Just something to be aware of.
- My dance moves need work.
I do not-so-smart things sometimes, and I know that. But I’m making “Operation PR In Eugene” Priority Number One right now. Things that will derail me from that goal need to be removed from my life. It’s on.
ANYTHING YOU’D LIKE TO ADD? What lessons did you learn this weekend?