I haven’t been very careful this week. I’ve ingested a lot of take out and French
fries, and I might have eaten cheese tonight.
I think it’s everything: a biopsy plus two races within three days of
each other. This is how I brought in the
New Year.
I have been doing things like nibbling from the vending
machine at work, the thought of which grosses me out. I got a trail mix the other day, which
contained “banana flavoring.” Banana
flavoring?! Weren’t the banana chips in
the trail mix flavor enough? I neglected
to make entries in my food log three straight days. I have not trained since my last race, and
I’ve had some trouble sleeping. I
dislike the pharmaceutical remedy to insomnia very much. I have been free of it for weeks, but
recently stumbled three times.
I don’t like to let angst, decompression and PMS take
control of my eating habits. And I’m
having a hard time using recovery and snow and ice as an excuse to not train.
I know that breaking my 5K record is a major accomplishment, and that awaiting test results is scary. I have witnessed first hand that having a needle stuck into your body to remove a tissue sample causes body parts to turn purple. My last race was only five days ago, and I have already registered for two more.
I promise that I will grant myself a fraction of a
break.
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