Week 4
Has been relatively uneventful. In the evenings of my two short days of jury duty I’ve logged both Monday’s 3-miler and today’s 5 miles at the gym… again. I shouldn’t feel guilty about that when I’m contending with the weather and evening plans, but sometimes I do, a bit. I’m not sure if outside vs. treadmill really significantly effects the training process, though. Perhaps I shall research, as I don’t believe The Book addresses it.
One big problem that I’ve been having that I touched on briefly before is a weird appetite issue. Since training kicked into full gear, I seem to have misplaced it, generally. Part of it is probably my crazy, unemployed sleep schedule, but I’ve had to force myself to eat on a number of occasions before I go run. And even then it’s the minimum I can stomach; usually a bowl of cereal. I almost wish I could say I’ve experienced this problem before, but it’s a very new phenomenon. With horrible timing. Just as I’m trying to learn the meaning of “carbo loading,” I can barely swallow a spoonful of Wheaties.
The daily eating schedule is usually that bowl of cereal in the afternoon, before my run in early evening. Then, usually, I rush home to shower and get to a meeting with a friend or event or bar and have to remember to grab something to eat so I’ll survive drinking. And lately, that has been a piece of pizza, also renowned for its recession friendliness. And that is a full day.
It’s odd. I’ve eaten more slices in the past few weeks than I had in my entire almost-three years in NYC. I don’t usually go for the fast food choice. Convenient, yes, but I try to stay pretty healthy. And these aren’t the kind of carbs they talk about loading.
But, with this weird eating aversion, I have to pounce on anything that feels remotely intriguing, and I guess pizza is always that fail-safe dessert-island food.
The good news is, I feel my more regularly scheduled eating habits coming back this week. It’s probably the forced normal-day schedule of those two days in the courthouse, where the lost art of meals were rediscovered in my alloted breaks. I think my body is ready to stop being contrarian to the activity I’m putting it through, which is, you know, helpful.
