On Tuesday, I was able to run and lift. On Wednesday, I swam. On Thursday, I ran and lifted. Today, I did yoga. Tomorrow, I’ll be biking at least 60 miles. On Sunday, I will run seven miles in the morning and bike about 25 or 30 miles in the afternoon. I’m so thankful that I feel well again.
The joy of being healthy is dampened a bit by news that Jeanie broke her wrist today. Our race is five weeks away. That’s not a lot of time. I’m hopeful that she’ll find quick recovery and be back up and running in no time at all. I firmly believe that even if she did nothing for the next five weeks, she’s got the fitness and training behind her to up and do an Ironman. She’s so diligent. I wish I had more of her diligence in me.
I was startled a bit by my obvious lack of diligence today. I went to yoga tonight. I had made the commitment to myself to put yoga back into my schedule, and tonight was the first time in a couple of weeks that I went. I got there right as class was starting and positioned myself in the available corner, right next to a mirror. And I was horrified at what I saw. Everything about me just looked…big. You can’t hide much in yoga. And you’re supposed to look at yourself in the mirror throughout. I knew I’d put on some weight in the last months, but seeing myself up close and personal like that was painful.
When I did my food allergy test a couple of years ago, I was told to stay away from wheat and cheeses, except for feta. I did that for a couple of months and lost a bunch of weight with no effort at all. I think it’s time to pick that plan back up and stick with it. I find that how I eat has much more impact on my body than how much training I do. I train a lot. I always have. But I’m at my best when I’m both training a lot and being careful, even drastic, about my food choices. It’s time to be drastic.