Yesterday I was busy and when I got home from work, I paid attention to my kid instead of this blog. And then I went to sleep, after of course sending notes to my internet friends. That’s how it should be.
Monday I maintained a high compliance level on my food choices. And I lifted at the gym. I have a 10 km race on Sunday, so I would prefer to get my two lifts done by Wednesday. But given how my legs feel after my speed workout today on the treadmill (to avoid living green things outdoors), I probably won’t lift again tomorrow. I finished the treadmill run by working on my core. I couldn’t finish all 30 reps of the exercises and needed to pause in the middle. I am wondering if low carb = low power. I think I will adapt. I’ve read that many athletes enjoy higher performance once they adapt to lower amounts of sugar in their diets.
Monday roll call on the eats: Coffee and cream. Shrimp, walnuts, h-b eggs, spinach, avocado, red pepper; Fish, more peppers, black olives, lettuce. Half decaf coffee. Leftover turkey, zuchini, broiled tomato, gazpacho soup. Herb tea.
So today’s photo is the result of my hunt & gather this morning. Before panic set in, I looked at what was on the counter and in the fridge and grabbed what was available. It served as lunch and dinner and I feel quite satisfied. I’ve stopped leering at fruit. Almost. I did squeeze little bits of lime and lemon into my water at the gym.
Food roll call: Coffee and cream; bacon and eggs with lettuce and tomato; lettuce, ham, h-b eggs, walnuts, V-8 juice, yellow pepper, avocado.
I’m going to need to restock soon.
Training tip: high performance requires mental training too. If I broke my concentration while working hard on the treadmill, I stopped running as hard. I need my body to tell my brain that I can do this. And vice-versa. My brain needs to tell my body what to do. Neither can wander off while the other is working. Sometimes when I thought I couldn’t sustain the pace on the treadmill for the whole interval, I simply counted my steps up to 20 or 50 or something. Totally pointless concentration that focused my attention on the Here and Now. Counting helped me to stop looking at the timer and thinking about whether I could sustain the pace for the whole interval.