Quit Whining and Run: A Blog of My First Marathon, and Life Afterward
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Published!
Dear blog,
I know you're not my 8th-grade diary, but given the infrequency with which I write in you, you might as well be. But I have news!
Last month, I presented a long-form paper titled "Fighting Inertia" to the Chicago Literary Club. The paper was a combination of many things--a history of the marathon, a meditation on the running gear industry, a personal journey. That last bit drew much from this blog, so it seems full circle to post it here.
Click here to read "Fighting Inertia"--the first piece of what I hope will continue to grow into a longer piece of writing that continues to explore the third wave of running enthusiasm in U.S. history (read the paper to find out when the first two happened!) and how it's touched my life and those of the people around me.
Smooches,
Brittany
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Texting from the back of a tandem recumbent, weighing yourself in the middle of a binge weekend, and other stories
Today is a few random tangents, so I'm sub-sectioning.
Checking in
Monday goal: Stretch & strength (core)
Actual: 30-min Biggest Loser video + 10 min core work
Next day: Very sore
Tuesday goal: 5x400 @ 5K pace
Actual: Achieved!
Pace: 7:55 per mile
Wednesday goal: 3 miles
Actual: 3 miles
Pace: 10:26 per mile
+ 1 hour yoga
Thursday goal: 3 miles + strength
Actual: Nothing
Friday goal: Rest
Actual: 1 hour yoga
Saturday goal: Cross-training
Actual: 25 miles cycling
Sunday goal: Cross-training
Actual: 41 miles cycling
Monday goal: Stretch & strength (arms)
Actual: 20-min Jillian Michaels video + 5 min arm work
Next day: Jillian is a sadist
Tuesday goal: 3 miles
Actual: Nothing
Wednesday goal: 30-min tempo run
Actual: 32-min tempo run (3.15 miles)
Pace: 10:24 per mile
+ 1 hour yoga
Pro tip: Go biking with your grandparents
I improvised a bit from Hal Higdon's schedule this past weekend to make room for a trip to Texas to see my grandparents and get psyched up for RAGBRAI, a bike ride across Iowa held every July. My grandparents are avid cyclists (yes, they are that awesome), and we're riding a few days of it at the beginning of the week together. Luckily, I don't have to haul my own bike all the way from Chicago to Council Bluffs, then back from Des Moines (where I'll depart halfway through to return to the rest of the work week). Why? Because I'll be riding a tandem recumbent bicycle with my grandfather.
I'm going to let that sink in. A tandem recumbent.
We are the bomb, y'all.
So instead of the 3- and 5-mile runs that Hal had planned for me on Saturday and Sunday, we logged more than 60 miles on the bike (5-6 hours of riding) in the Texas heat. Besides my butt falling asleep and Grandpa losing his lunch on the second, longer ride, it went perfectly. The recumbent style bike uses a different set of muscles than a regular sit-up bike, so part of the goal of the weekend was to get me used to the format and work out any kinks beforehand. My gracious grandparents invested in clip shoes for me, and so I've been getting used to those in spin classes but sitting on a bike for hours at a time is a whole new experience.
During the longer ride, I had the pleasure of hearing from my friend Kay that she completed her first half-marathon that morning. I joked that she should go ahead and sign up for her next one, and she told me she already had -- a shorter run, but another one. Running is addictive, y'all. Congratulations Kay!
Screw you too, scale
Of course, no weekend visit to the grandparents and excessive biking activities would be complete without binging on delicious calories. We ate much and well, and I made the mistake of weighing myself on Saturday. I prefer to think the scale was having a grumpy day, or perhaps I was bloated, but it would appear I've gained back the weight that I'd spent two months slowly shedding. That feels very frustrating, especially in the midst of an energy-sapping workout regimen. And though it's a mistake too many of us make, it's so difficult to live the truth that the scale DOESN'T matter. It feels good to see a lower number than you're expecting, especially over the course of many dozens of pounds. But worrying about five pounds here and there -- if you know that you fluctuate within a given range -- is a waste of energy.
Speedwork isn't so scary
I completed my first interval speedwork last Tuesday with LaJuanda. We ran 5x400 @ 5K pace, meaning we ran five sets of 400 meters (1/4 mile) at "5K pace," which we surmised to mean that if we're going for a 9-minute average in a half-marathon, we should be running a 5K at around 8 minutes per mile.
You guys, that is crazy sauce.
We were dying by the last one, but I admit that it was pretty neat to be done with the day's workout in just 20 minutes. Marathon training acclimated me to spending two hours or more on a training run -- a TRAINING run, not even the races -- so short workouts feel like a treat.
The idea of speedwork is that in order to train your body to run faster in general, you should run faster than normal for short spurts. And it definitely has an interesting effect -- I ran my slowest in the last few weeks the next day, at almost 10:30 per mile, mostly because it felt so slooooooow, like I was barely moving, and I got frustrated and kept slowing down even more. But as LaJuanda says, I got the mileage in, so no worries.
Yesterday we did our first tempo run -- meaning it starts with an easy warm-up, builds gradual speed in the middle, peaks about 2/3 through, then cools down at the end. We started slow, gradually sped up, and broke into a sprint at mile 2 for about 1/2 mile. My lungs were burning, and I stopped to walk for a minute before jogging the last 1/2 mile, but it felt good to run for the first time in a week.
And now I'm off...to run!
Checking in
Monday goal: Stretch & strength (core)
Actual: 30-min Biggest Loser video + 10 min core work
Next day: Very sore
Tuesday goal: 5x400 @ 5K pace
Actual: Achieved!
Pace: 7:55 per mile
Wednesday goal: 3 miles
Actual: 3 miles
Pace: 10:26 per mile
+ 1 hour yoga
Thursday goal: 3 miles + strength
Actual: Nothing
Friday goal: Rest
Actual: 1 hour yoga
Saturday goal: Cross-training
Actual: 25 miles cycling
Sunday goal: Cross-training
Actual: 41 miles cycling
Monday goal: Stretch & strength (arms)
Actual: 20-min Jillian Michaels video + 5 min arm work
Next day: Jillian is a sadist
Tuesday goal: 3 miles
Actual: Nothing
Wednesday goal: 30-min tempo run
Actual: 32-min tempo run (3.15 miles)
Pace: 10:24 per mile
+ 1 hour yoga
Pro tip: Go biking with your grandparents
I improvised a bit from Hal Higdon's schedule this past weekend to make room for a trip to Texas to see my grandparents and get psyched up for RAGBRAI, a bike ride across Iowa held every July. My grandparents are avid cyclists (yes, they are that awesome), and we're riding a few days of it at the beginning of the week together. Luckily, I don't have to haul my own bike all the way from Chicago to Council Bluffs, then back from Des Moines (where I'll depart halfway through to return to the rest of the work week). Why? Because I'll be riding a tandem recumbent bicycle with my grandfather.
I'm going to let that sink in. A tandem recumbent.
Grandpa prepares our noble steed. Yes, those are baby doll legs as a kickstand.
We are the bomb, y'all.
So instead of the 3- and 5-mile runs that Hal had planned for me on Saturday and Sunday, we logged more than 60 miles on the bike (5-6 hours of riding) in the Texas heat. Besides my butt falling asleep and Grandpa losing his lunch on the second, longer ride, it went perfectly. The recumbent style bike uses a different set of muscles than a regular sit-up bike, so part of the goal of the weekend was to get me used to the format and work out any kinks beforehand. My gracious grandparents invested in clip shoes for me, and so I've been getting used to those in spin classes but sitting on a bike for hours at a time is a whole new experience.
During the longer ride, I had the pleasure of hearing from my friend Kay that she completed her first half-marathon that morning. I joked that she should go ahead and sign up for her next one, and she told me she already had -- a shorter run, but another one. Running is addictive, y'all. Congratulations Kay!
Screw you too, scale
Of course, no weekend visit to the grandparents and excessive biking activities would be complete without binging on delicious calories. We ate much and well, and I made the mistake of weighing myself on Saturday. I prefer to think the scale was having a grumpy day, or perhaps I was bloated, but it would appear I've gained back the weight that I'd spent two months slowly shedding. That feels very frustrating, especially in the midst of an energy-sapping workout regimen. And though it's a mistake too many of us make, it's so difficult to live the truth that the scale DOESN'T matter. It feels good to see a lower number than you're expecting, especially over the course of many dozens of pounds. But worrying about five pounds here and there -- if you know that you fluctuate within a given range -- is a waste of energy.
Speedwork isn't so scary
I completed my first interval speedwork last Tuesday with LaJuanda. We ran 5x400 @ 5K pace, meaning we ran five sets of 400 meters (1/4 mile) at "5K pace," which we surmised to mean that if we're going for a 9-minute average in a half-marathon, we should be running a 5K at around 8 minutes per mile.
You guys, that is crazy sauce.
We were dying by the last one, but I admit that it was pretty neat to be done with the day's workout in just 20 minutes. Marathon training acclimated me to spending two hours or more on a training run -- a TRAINING run, not even the races -- so short workouts feel like a treat.
The idea of speedwork is that in order to train your body to run faster in general, you should run faster than normal for short spurts. And it definitely has an interesting effect -- I ran my slowest in the last few weeks the next day, at almost 10:30 per mile, mostly because it felt so slooooooow, like I was barely moving, and I got frustrated and kept slowing down even more. But as LaJuanda says, I got the mileage in, so no worries.
Yesterday we did our first tempo run -- meaning it starts with an easy warm-up, builds gradual speed in the middle, peaks about 2/3 through, then cools down at the end. We started slow, gradually sped up, and broke into a sprint at mile 2 for about 1/2 mile. My lungs were burning, and I stopped to walk for a minute before jogging the last 1/2 mile, but it felt good to run for the first time in a week.
And now I'm off...to run!
Monday, June 17, 2013
Stayin' Honest
Sunday goal: Cross-training
Actual: Cleaned my apartment
Pace: Not as fast as my cat sheds
Monday goal: Stretch and strength
Actual: Biggest Loser DVD ftw
Duration: 30 min
Tuesday goal: 3 miles
Actual: 3.24 miles
Pace: 9:56 per mile
Wednesday goal: 3 miles pace
Actual: Yoga (no running)
Duration: 1 hour
Thursday goal: 3 miles
Actual: 3.05 miles pace
Pace: 8:56 per mile (WHAT WHAT)
Friday goal: Rest
Actual: 2.54 miles
Pace: 9:54 per mile
+ rec league softball game
Saturday goal: 5 miles
Actual: 8 miles leisurely cycling
Sunday goal: Cross-training
Actual: 5K walk
This past week I had to mix it up a bit to make room for life, but one thing is firmly certain: I'm prioritizing fitness in my schedule again. And it feels so, so good.
Also, I ran my first ever pace run on Thursday -- alone, no less! -- and I made it in under my goal of 9 min/mile! My body was like "WTF IS THIS," but I kept up my running even through a side cramp and flashes of feeling like I wanted to collapse on the side of the path. I knew I had to write about it on the Internet later, and so I just did it. Thanks for keeping me honest, dear readers. *fistpump*
Also also, my boyfriend walked his very first 5K yesterday! We did the Color Run in Grant Park, and it was a blast. I'll be digging colored chalk out of my ears for a week.
Thanks to our friend Jill McBride for photography!
Today is the official start of my 12-week Intermediate training program. (Thanks, Hal Higdon!) First up is an ab-busting strength/stretch day with LaJuanda. The "Biggest Loser" boot camp DVD will be making a prominent appearance on Mondays after my initial success last week. Where "success" = "my abs hurt for two days." Fitnessheads are total masochists, you guys.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
"First" Week Down
Wednesday goal: 3 miles
Actual run: 3.15 miles
Pace: 9:44 min/mile
Thursday goal: 3 miles
Actual run: 0
Friday goal: Rest
Actual run: 3 miles (make up)
Pace: 9:35 min/mile
+ 6 miles cycling
Saturday goal: 4 miles
Actual run: 4 miles (with LaJuanda)
Pace: 10 min/mile
This is the first week since before the marathon last October that I've run four days. This is a big deal. I feel great; my pace got slowly faster on my solo runs, and LaJuanda and I busted out a good "long" run on Saturday, complete with stretching at the one-mile mark and a sprint to the finish.
One more week of Novice cobweb-clearing training to go, then the real training starts. I'm most nervous about speedwork; with so many long runs under my belt in the past, the distance doesn't intimidate as much as the idea that I'm going to have to, like, run faster. That takes a kind of motivation that I haven't identified in myself yet.
I biked over a huge pothole on Broadway, just north of Wilson (the road is terrible there), on Friday night and popped my tire. Womp womp. Need to make the first trip to the bike shop, less than two months after buying the bike.
I'm feeling optimistic, but also like I'm at the start of a rollercoaster ride -- one that will last 13 weeks and test my patience, endurance, and grit.
Also, I desperately need a new running playlist. Anyone have suggestions for key pump-up songs?
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Day 1, Again
Today's goal: 3 miles
Actual run: 3.6 miles
Pace: 9:50 min/mile
A year ago today, I began training for the Chicago marathon. I wrote about it on this blog, and I went into summary detail of my entire life's fitness up to that point.
It's complete coincidence that June 4 is once again the first day of my training program, this time for the Chicago Half Marathon on September 8. In a year, I've probably changed a lot, though it doesn't feel like it. My thighs still touch. I still could eat an entire tub of buttered movie theater popcorn and only feel a little bit ill. I still drink alcohol. My cat is still surviving under my care. I am, thank you baby Jesus, employed.
But I have changed. I'm in a committed relationship. I'm actually proud that my thighs touch. When I'm in the middle of a terrible run, I don't have an excuse to quit because there's a voice in the back of my head jeering at me: "What are you complaining about, three miles? You've run 26 in one go. Get over yourself and run faster."
Today I went for my first official training run of the season along Lake Shore Drive. I wore new workout pants from Target (retail therapy always helps jump-start a training program) and my 2012 marathon technical t-shirt. I felt my belly bouncing with each step, and my bicep strained against the strap holding my smartphone, which I used as a music player and a run tracker (friend me on MapMyRun.com!). My mind wandered, as it usually does, from one recent event in my life to the next, mulling over the changing tenor of a friendship and pining over my out-of-town boyfriend and wondering if this run would make me feel less guilty about eating a cheeseburger during bar trivia later tonight. (Answer: Probably not.) I noticed how many other people were out on the trail; I spotted at least half a dozen of the same shirt I wore. I got passed, I passed others, I nearly got clipped by a cyclist. It felt like walking into a favorite bar I hadn't visited in awhile. I know these people.
(Also, June is totally the New Year's Day of the running community -- everyone begins their resolution on a strong note, since lots of training programs are 12-18 weeks and lots of runs take place between August and October, notably the Chicago Half Marathon and the Chicago Marathon.)
Last year on this day, I began an 18-week training period that tested my resilience as well as my patience. I got frustrated a lot, especially when I didn't feel like going on that day's run, or my pace was slower than I wanted, or I was unable to resist my favorite bad-for-you foods. I spent that four months (four months!!) obsessing over my running, my eating, and how I fit into my yoga pants. I can't promise I won't do that again; after all, it never really goes away. The belly fat, I mean. Also the self-doubt.
But what I can do is be accountable to my goals and to my community. I will again be fortunate to train with my friend and roommate, LaJuanda, who is already excitedly suggesting high school tracks at which we can perform our speedwork workouts (a first for both of us). I will feed off her enthusiasm, just as I will feed off the approval and Facebook "likes" I get on posts to this blog.
I get inspired when other people write about their journeys, especially when they don't censor their own frustrations, failures, and inevitably imperfect humanity. I hope to do that here. If you're out there, and you're reading, I see you. I'm glad you're here.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Crawling Back
Hello, abandoned blog. I'm still here. I ran the Chicago marathon last October in 5:04 and change, and I've been working on a long-form piece about it that I hope to have published somewhere that will either pay me for it or at least publish it inside something with a glossy cover. I'll keep you posted.
In the meantime, I've followed the path of many a first-time marathoner: I fell off the wagon. After the marathon, I didn't run a single mile for two weeks. I went for a few easy runs in November and December, and I completed a half marathon (my third, and my slowest) in January, but other than that my mileage has settled between 1 and 3 miles per week, if that. I did buy a bicycle and start attending semi-regular spin classes, to prepare for riding three days of RAGBRAI* this summer, but I haven't ramped up intensity nearly to the level of my previous running training.
A friend asked me if I'd run the marathon with her this year, and I declined because I didn't want to spend four months of my life obsessing over it. I will run another marathon -- maybe even in 2014 -- but this year, I decided to work on speed. Of course, that was before my running dropped off a cliff, and right now I can't run three miles without stopping out of discomfort/weak mindedness.
So, as I begin the laborious journey once again of getting my body and my mind into race-ready shape, I turn to this blog as a way to document the process and get my thoughts on the Internet, where they belong. I wrote the Hal Higdon Intermediate Half-Marathon training program into my planner, and it actually isn't due to start for two more weeks, so I tacked on the first two weeks of the Novice 2 running program. I'll have to make a few adjustments for the long bike rides and a couple events this summer (I am not running 9 miles on the third day of Lollapalooza, nosireebob), but otherwise I plan to stick closely to the program, a feat I haven't accomplished since my first couch-to-5K in 2010. (I cheated a lot on the marathon training program last year. That shit is arduous, the summer was hot, and I'm a complainer -- but I did finish alive, so it was not for naught.)
I'm running the Chicago Half-Marathon on September 9, and I want to complete it in under 2:10:00. My best time is approx. 2:15:00, and that was in October 2011 and partially due to the fact that my friend and I were late to the race, panicked, and ran the first half incredibly fast. It was also raining/hailing, which is a really good way to motivate yourself to finish. The entire time, I was chanting in my head, "Ann Sather cinnamon rolls. Ann Sather cinnamon rolls." This strategy also helped me through miles 20-24 of the marathon. Ann Sather is a goddess.
And that, dear reader, is a look inside my training regimen and motivation. If you see me along the trail, do me a favor and start whispering, "Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rollsssss."
Let's do this.
*RAGBRAI is a party on wheels, once you forget the 60-90 miles of rolling Iowa plains you have to cover each day in order to claim your butter-slathered corn on the cob and rehydrating beers. This is a promise I made to my grandmother, who had knee surgery in December. I told her the day before her surgery that I'd ride RAGBRAI with her, something she's done about a dozen times, if she recovered in time. I'll be damned if she wasn't back on that bike six weeks early, giant scar and all. I will visit her and my grandfather in Texas in a few weeks, and we'll ride about 100 miles in two days -- the equivalent of the 20-miler about a month before the marathon. I'll be riding a recumbent tandem with my grandfather, and I'm psyched. Check out this post from last summer about my first ride on a recumbent.
In the meantime, I've followed the path of many a first-time marathoner: I fell off the wagon. After the marathon, I didn't run a single mile for two weeks. I went for a few easy runs in November and December, and I completed a half marathon (my third, and my slowest) in January, but other than that my mileage has settled between 1 and 3 miles per week, if that. I did buy a bicycle and start attending semi-regular spin classes, to prepare for riding three days of RAGBRAI* this summer, but I haven't ramped up intensity nearly to the level of my previous running training.
A friend asked me if I'd run the marathon with her this year, and I declined because I didn't want to spend four months of my life obsessing over it. I will run another marathon -- maybe even in 2014 -- but this year, I decided to work on speed. Of course, that was before my running dropped off a cliff, and right now I can't run three miles without stopping out of discomfort/weak mindedness.
So, as I begin the laborious journey once again of getting my body and my mind into race-ready shape, I turn to this blog as a way to document the process and get my thoughts on the Internet, where they belong. I wrote the Hal Higdon Intermediate Half-Marathon training program into my planner, and it actually isn't due to start for two more weeks, so I tacked on the first two weeks of the Novice 2 running program. I'll have to make a few adjustments for the long bike rides and a couple events this summer (I am not running 9 miles on the third day of Lollapalooza, nosireebob), but otherwise I plan to stick closely to the program, a feat I haven't accomplished since my first couch-to-5K in 2010. (I cheated a lot on the marathon training program last year. That shit is arduous, the summer was hot, and I'm a complainer -- but I did finish alive, so it was not for naught.)
I'm running the Chicago Half-Marathon on September 9, and I want to complete it in under 2:10:00. My best time is approx. 2:15:00, and that was in October 2011 and partially due to the fact that my friend and I were late to the race, panicked, and ran the first half incredibly fast. It was also raining/hailing, which is a really good way to motivate yourself to finish. The entire time, I was chanting in my head, "Ann Sather cinnamon rolls. Ann Sather cinnamon rolls." This strategy also helped me through miles 20-24 of the marathon. Ann Sather is a goddess.
And that, dear reader, is a look inside my training regimen and motivation. If you see me along the trail, do me a favor and start whispering, "Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rollsssss."
Let's do this.
*RAGBRAI is a party on wheels, once you forget the 60-90 miles of rolling Iowa plains you have to cover each day in order to claim your butter-slathered corn on the cob and rehydrating beers. This is a promise I made to my grandmother, who had knee surgery in December. I told her the day before her surgery that I'd ride RAGBRAI with her, something she's done about a dozen times, if she recovered in time. I'll be damned if she wasn't back on that bike six weeks early, giant scar and all. I will visit her and my grandfather in Texas in a few weeks, and we'll ride about 100 miles in two days -- the equivalent of the 20-miler about a month before the marathon. I'll be riding a recumbent tandem with my grandfather, and I'm psyched. Check out this post from last summer about my first ride on a recumbent.
Monday, October 1, 2012
The Marathon Training "Diet"
Someone asked me today what my diet is while training for the marathon. She asked me this right after I'd finished scarfing three loaded potato skins and was moving on to the first of many fried chicken wings dipped in ranch dressing. This was in between beer number one and beer number two.
Since my grandparents are probably reading this, I should clarify that I don't drink two beers every day. I assure you, usually it's either much more or much less.
Anyway, as I told my friend when I'd wiped the grease off my face, my "diet" while training has been the same "diet" I've been trying to stick to for three years: "clean." My friend John and I defined "clean eating" a couple weeks ago as "basic common sense." Common sense eating includes lots of whole grains and lean meats and fruit, with as many vegetables as possible. Avoid fried foods and processed foods, and choose water over every other beverage.
Of course, I'm not immune from the charms of a bar menu, as demonstrated in the opening paragraph. But indulgent gluttony aside, clean eating is actually pretty simple in concept. If it comes pre-made or in a box, or the ingredient list is more than a few items long, don't eat it. But as I started reading fitness magazine articles and recipe blogs and food labels, I realized that eating less of the processed foods that made up the bulk of my youth and college diet -- pizza, mac n cheese, bread, cereal, things in boxes -- meant that I'd be really hungry if I didn't start eating more filling fibers. I needed to replace the loss of my old diet with something new.
This meant vegetables. For me, this was the central challenge of permanent diet change, since I've always nurtured an extreme distaste for anything green. Lettuce, broccoli, bean sprouts, spinach -- from birth to my early twenties, I wouldn't deign to taste it, it looked so gross.
I've always liked peas, which are green, but my liking may have something
to do with the pat of butter I serve with it...
to do with the pat of butter I serve with it...
The answer at first was things I liked already -- peas, potatoes, and corn, supplemented with lots of fruit. My first vegetable experiment was cooked carrots, which I doused in sour cream (and still do to this day). After four successful recipe completions, I decided they were not only edible, but desirable. This was huge.
Over the course of a few years, I moved on to mushrooms, then cooked onions (I still haven't come around to raw onions), then spinach and broccoli and sweet potatoes. There were failed experiments too -- turnips and kale are too earthy, and there is no form of raw tomato that doesn't make me cringe.
But persistence paid off. As I worked new things into my diet, they become not a chore, but an opportunity for delicious variety. As I learned to rotate, my diet stabilized, and I whittled my grocery list down to about 40 items -- mostly from the produce, meat and diary aisles -- that I swap in and out as the seasons change.
Here are the things I buy most, off the top of my head:
- Fruit: Bananas, cantaloupe, berries, grapes
- Vegetables: Spinach, carrots, onions, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, zucchini, squash, corn, asparagus
- Dairy: Greek yogurt, skim milk, nonfat cottage cheese, goat cheese, fresh mozzarella, low fat butter, low fat sour cream
- Eggs
- Meat: Turkey (ground or deli), chicken (raw or rotisserie), fish and shrimp (frozen), steak (I'm from Iowa, this is a given)
- Whole grain bread, English muffins, and cereal
- Pantry: Baked beans, veggie broth, peanut butter, Nutella, jam, espresso, Truvia, an array of spices and baking products
- Gatorade products (G1 gels and G2 chews and fluids)
- In-shell pistachios
- Popcorn (air popper = great investment)
- Hummus
- Guilty pleasures: Alcohol, baguette, Coca-Cola and chocolate*
*I do not apologize for these, not even a little.
I still hate tomatoes, sprouts and cauliflower, and a bunch of other things. My diet is far from perfect; a few meals a week are eaten out, and I never leave the grocery store without one thing I don't need -- Tuna Helper, ice cream, Doritos. Sometimes I go to the movies just to eat movie theater popcorn loaded in fake butter solution. We're all human.
But forcing a new good thing (in my case, a vegetable) into my diet about four times a year for more than three years -- while simultaneously exercising my ass off, counting calories, attempting "gluten-free" months, and basically spending a lot of time thinking about food -- has led to a greater bulk of my diet being...well, conscious healthy choices! And that seems like a good thing, especially because now I'm less crazy; I'm no longer needing to count calories, because now I can look at a food and make an educated guess as to its caloric content; and I've emerged with an understanding that spinach and Snickers can coexist in my diet peacefully. The trick is to set the balance, the clutch-gas pressure that keeps the car rolling forward without stalling.
And it probably needn't be pointed out that distance running helps immensely by burning more "oops" calories than even I can keep up with.
I know there's more in there...I can smell it...
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