I had a big week last week, over 23 miles altogether, over 6 hours on the roads and trails. Which felt good, even with some different circumstances during some of the runs. Unfortunately I then noticed that I have been letting all that good calorie burn go to my head mentally.
Saturday I did my usual short AM run (still feels odd to say that a 3 mile run is short). Then the kids and I went and hiked around some trails in a regional park doing trash pickup. Which was 1.5 miles all told. Then Saturday night was a wonderful Cub Scout hike in another regional park. But that was another 2.5 miles of up and down hills. So, my legs were a little rubbery when it came time for my long Sunday Run.
I knew that this was going to be a challenge. But I wanted to tackle the hills that led to the Garden of the Gods just to heighten the challenge. At least that was my plan. But then I tacked on those extra miles Saturday. And to make things a little worse the swirling wind seemed to swirl directly into my face no matter what direction I was running. So I was forced to adopt the Slow part of the Long Slow Day plan a little more than I would have liked.
But, once I got over the hill I started cruising. I was getting all set to make my planned turn to add the extra miles that I wanted to meet for my goal. And I was running in an area that is in a serious flood plain, heightened danger from the burn scar (one of the reasons I lie this route is I don't know how long I will be able to run it if we do get that flood.) So I got distracted looking at the houses that were prepped for said flooding with sandbags all over strategic locations. And I tripped and fell.
Let me just say that I am glad that it appears that my kids have more of Kim's coordination because I sure wouldn't want them to inherit the athletic ability of someone who can trip running on a smooth sidewalk in broad daylight.
Anyway, the fall hurt, a lot. I scraped up my hands and knees (and even my face) pretty bad on the sidewalk. And my knees are pretty clearly bruised as well because they are pretty damn sore. So I walked for a while, then gradually did some running, and still managed to get near 9 miles out of the run. I was pretty proud of that.
I hope that I can get a similar effort (without the fall and damage) next Sunday after my 5 mile race on Saturday.
I wasn't sure how my body would react this morning. But after the initial loosening up I turned in a respectable 3 mile run at my regular pace. Which means no permanent or real damage from the fall on Sunday which is very good.
Running to eat, instead of eating to run
How apropos that one of my running friends posted that phrase one Facebook one day last week. Because that seems to have become my pattern of late. Yes, the weight is slowly going down, although it has mostly plateaued. But I seem to have internalized a feeling of 'I ran this morning so I can pig out today' or 'I've got a big run tomorrow I can burn some of it off'. I noticed on my calorie tracker that the last couple of weeks have settled into that trend.
Time to take stock of what I am really eating, and maybe make some adjustments moving forward. I haven't so much strayed from the Skinny Rules as I have just been skipping some important points. I am confident I can make the desired changes, just have to suck it up a little more.