Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Usually when someone starts a blog with that title, its followed by "I ate the whole pizza!" or some similar tale of excess.
No, in my case, I didnt eat enough of the right things and have spent the previous 18 hours paying for it. I want to share my cautionary tale because, this isnt a confessional, but an opportunity for you to learn from my mistakes.
So what did I eat Sunday that made me feel so strong and good? Breakfast was a 1.5 cup of fruit salad, 6oz of raspberry yogurt, a biscotti* & tea. About 350 calories with a good hit of protein from the yogurt. Some refined flour in the biscotti but loads of "good" if simple carbs in the fruit. I drank from my water bottle during my time on the bike.
What did I eat Monday to make me feel so lousy? I knew I was going to go for the Personal Tri on Monday. But the grocery fortunes were against me. No milk, no eggs in the house. I decided to eat a portion of the leftover linguini with clam sauce*. It was a generous cup portion along with a cup of black tea. This is mistake #1, NOT ENOUGH FUEL. A bit of white pasta and a tablespoon or so of protein? Maybe 250 calories.
(Yes, I know Italian Leftovers* are not everyone's idea of a good time. I can and do eat anything for breakfast.)
So off I barrel to the gym, full of piss and vinegar determined to see this thing through. On the way there, I realize that I have also forgotten my water bottle. Do I turn back and risk not making it to the pool on time? Bah! They have water fountains. I'll be fine. This is mistake #2, HYDRATION. Yes, I drank in the transitions, but its not enough.
After finishing, I wobbled home, ate like crazy; I just never seemed to feel FULL. I drank water like crazy but I couldnt move for lack of energy and ended up falling asleep about an hour before my usual time.
Today I spent a good chunk of the morning struggling to move. This isnt soreness - I wasnt sore at all surprisingly. But this is just bone-weary. I finally started feeling normal after lunch today. All my Monday nutrition numbers were fine, (except fiber -really struggling to fit that in) but clearly, I was "off" for the rest of the day. Depleted. In a bad way, not a good way.
It clearly says at the bottom of the fitness tracker that not eating enough can actually derail your weightloss efforts. I've heard before about the importance of proper nutrition, but having now been through it, I can TESTIFY. What I did was STUPID. Drink your water, eat good, nutritious food. Yes, you started this journey to lose weight, but in the end, its to GAIN your health. I did not feel healthy!
I've learned my lesson. No more 2hr workouts without the proper fuel & water! I'll be doing a bit more personal experimentation to see what works for me on contest days. Feel free to give suggestions. My dear friend Raina is sending some Nunn's Hydration Fuel and I'm going to try some of those Sports Drinks that I have previously made fun of. Obviously, my training & fitness experience is different from everyone else's. Blah, blah, blah.
Diets are simple. "Eat Right And Exercise." Remember that. Dont be nutritionally stupid like me.
* I went to Arthur Avenue/ Little Italy in the Bronx a few days before.
Monday, March 26, 2012
I had a great workout on Sunday. Decided to hit the stationary bike at the gym. Did my 45 min, which as previously blogged is my time marker for 12 miles since the bike doesnt have any readouts. Then, since I was tired but feeling good I decided to go for a Brick.
A brick, as I understand it, is when you go straight from bike to running, just as in a triathlon. It is called a brick because when you start, it feels like your legs are tied to bricks. Attractive image, no? So I decided my personal strategy for dealing with this transition is to walk first to get the rhythm and then move into running.
I felt strong and good on Sunday. It was great. Core engaged, arms relaxed, running easy. Sadly I had to leave before finishing the 5K, time constraints and whatnot. But I was feeling STRONG.
So today (Monday) I decided to go "all in"
Swim: 25 min, 750 meters (I think, I may have lost track at one point so I did an extra 50m, just to be sure, so it might have been 800m) I did crawl on the forward and backstroke on the back.
Bike: The aformentioned 45 minutes on the stationary cycle. Kelly Ripa was looking particularly perky today. I was doing a couple one-leg drills during it, both to relieve boredom and let one leg at a time rest.
Run: 40 min. This is where I ran out of gas. I had a crappy breakfast this morning which may have contributed. I had to walk much more than I would like normally, but this was on the tail-end of the other two so I couldnt beat myself up much more than I already had.
As I'm on the treadmill, the thought kept running/ walking through my mind "you could quit. Nobody would accuse you of shirking. You did the pool and bike. You know you feel this way because of the crappy breakfast. Or possibly because you forgot your water bottle." But no, I decided to be stubborn and finish the 3.2 miles, just to see if I could. No matter how much I had to walk.
From the time I stepped into the pool to the time I wobbled off the treadmill, was exactly 2 hours. I had a 7 min break between pool and bike for a rinse and to put on sneakers. (And a friendly chat) And there was a 3 min break between bike and run to put on my jogging bra. As I type this I am eating a banana with peanut butter and drinking a glass of water before taking a real shower.
So what have I learned:
1) Yes, I can do this
2) Proper nutrition is paramount
3) Hydration is vital
4) At a certain point, its not about muscle power, its willpower.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I found a curious piece of spam in my inbox today. It was for the Palm Beach Triathlon.
The Internets are watching me!
(DH said that he wouldn't mind going if it was in the middle of winter.)
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Here is the results of my Chicago Trip
Of note: while I did precious little "exercise", there was alot of tourist/museum slow walking. I also managed to keep up with tracking and was either within or just over on my calories. I was NOT able to get a Chicago Dog, providing that one extra motivation to return.
And my cousin was so impressed with me, she bought me some new pants ... in SIZE 12! I love you Gap 1969!
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