Cast Thee out Evil Carbs!

[threadwalker]

Last week was all eat and no fitness. Did I ever mention that Friday night I ate almost an entire loaf of fresh sour dough bread with roasted bell pepper hummus? I think I had all but 3-4 slices of it and the ends (which the kids love). It fed a part of me that is restricted from carbs and letting go of control was oddly sexy. The hummus made it scrum-diddly-umptious. However, I felt like crap Saturday morning; bloated, stomach ache, tight chest that made breathing hard. I don't suffer alcohol hang-overs, but my carb-addiction and the aftermath totally make up for it.

In a fit of good, old fashioned Catholic Guilt, I

ran 6 miles on Saturday (which made my stomach feel a LOT better)
ran 6 + miles on Sunday (legs very sore, pace dropped by 5-10 minutes)
biked 2.75 hrs to work today, maintaining my time on Wildcat even though the legs were achey-breaky.

Go Team Guilt!

On Sunday I got another big ol' nasty blister in the same spot as a week ago, only it's worse (details restricted to protect the weak of stomach). I think my running shoes are dead. Insert dirge theme music. But despite that I slid feet into bike shoes and rode in.

I feel so ... butch! If my legs weren't so darned tired and I wasn't feeling so limp in my quadriceps, I'd pull my shoulders back and strut like a jock.

Instead, I'll just blog about it. Feeling like a jock... oh yeah!

Comments

[kahnegabs.livejournal.com]

You go strut, girl!