I ate a bunch of pasta and rice today. WTF. And had some ale and might eat some cake.
My diet is wide-open right now, which means I am eating and drinking whatever the hell I want. Not something for which I'm proud. There is that idea that I am running more and more, but still. I and most know that running around isn't necessarily going to make you thin. If I watched what I ate (whole foods!), didn't run but maybe lift a little weight, the lbs would starve.
I ran 60 miles last week on 5 days. My foot injury seems to be better (though I'll hold-out on a verdict). I want to work harder this week. I can rationalize the food and beer in-take.
But it's going to stop.
I do need to qualify by saying that the food is aaaaaaaalllllllllll homemade. And there have been some ridiculous salads and green shakes mixed-in. But discipline has been lacking.
Moreover, I haven't been lifting or doing any cross-training. Yeah, pretty sad.
I guess it's analogous to me (when I was younger) falling for some girl, spending a bunch of time with her and letting the rest of my life circle the drain. I am really enjoying running and recovering. Put a fork in me!
Well, this is all to say that I am going to start cleaning-up my act. I'm still going to see the girl. In fact, we're getting serious. But I will clean my room, do a little laundry. And Monday's (YIP, JUST ONE DAY A WEEK, MY DAY OFF RUNNING) will become a little day at the gym for some lifting, etc. This might just spawn more cross-training. Not really worried about it.
It's just about running right now. Getting long.