Eat Well, Run Well

19 Sep

In celebration of meeting my half marathon goal on Sunday, I took two rest days, and three “eat whatever you want days.” Or well, roughly three. Basically, once the race ended I ate anything I felt like eating until dinner last night. So that’s almost four days if you think about it. I knew what I was doing, but I was ignoring it, because I decided that I had earned a good old fashion gorge fest.

Normally, I eat a plant-based diet. If I’m out and about I’ll splurge on something with dairy, and sometimes with meat. I’m not a vegan. I am a plant-based eater. I care about animals, but that’s not why I eat plant-based. I eat plant-based because I generally feel better when I do. I feel better, I run better, I weigh less, on the whole it’s just better. For me. It’s better for the planet, and of course for the animals. So 90-95% of the time for me, and for the Main house, it’s plants all the way. But… my four-day gorge fest included everything. Ice cream. Beer. Artichoke dip. Turkey sandwich. Chicken Salad. Cookies. Potato salad. You name it, I ate it. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t good either.

Last night on my way home from work Alex asked if I wanted to run with him when I got to the house. I said no. Then I changed my mind. I realized I needed a reminder. A reminder that you cannot eat crap for four days and run well. Because this isn’t a habit that I want to keep. I know that it’s not sustainable, not for me, and not for my pants (the last too-small pair fits!).

I texted Alex back and said that we were going, and under no circumstances was he to let me off the hook when I walked through the door. We headed out on our run and like clock work, 4 blocks in I got a side stitch. I know that side stitch. This particular side stitch is the “seriously? You want us to perform while we’re still digesting sludge?” ache. I pushed through. At one mile I walked a block in hopes of working out some of the abdominal discomfort. I made it another mile and needed to stretch it out some more. After a few more blocks of running I walked the rest of the way home.

Were my legs still tired from the half marathon? Absolutely. Was the race related to some of the sluggishness? Probably, I mean, sure, why not. Deep down though, I know it wasn’t the race that altered my performance. It was the crap I spent 4 days ingesting.

Eat crappy, Run crappy. Eat well, Run well.

Our food is our fuel. You don’t throw fistfuls of crud in your car’s gas tank and expect it to run at optimal performance. Our bodies are the same.


Let me know what you think of the site rebrand! I hope you like our new pigeon. She’s going to need a name, so let me know if you have any ideas!




One Response to “Eat Well, Run Well”

  1. Alex September 19, 2013 at 9:49 pm #

    Love the pigeon!!!

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