The Struggle…

The Struggle…

If we’re confessing things here, I really don’t have any rules when it comes to food.  I eat what I want when I want it.  Because of our lifestyle, we mostly eat in.  But sometimes I go on these kicks where I want all the fast food.  Like I admitted on Monday, Saturday consisted of Bojangles for breakfast, Chickfila for lunch and pizza for dinner.

But because we ordered pizza of course there were leftovers.  Which I proceeded to eat for lunch and dinner for the next few days.  And I didn’t see one single problem with that.

Well.  The weather was gorgeous on Monday.  And so I geared up for a 3 mile run.  Just a few hours after eating pizza for lunch.

I’ve been doing really well with training and have been knocking out 2+ mile runs without much trouble minus the god forsaken humidity every other day. So with the lack of humidity on Monday, I should have been a-ok.


Y’all.  It was a struggle.  I had to stop and catch my breath multiple times.  And I kind of felt like my heart was having a hard time beating.

And then it dawned on me…
I had nothing fueling my body.
I would have quit.  I really would have.  Except  I didn’t run my normal route.  And by time I realized I kind of wanted to quit, I was over a mile and a half from home.
Well.
That’s one way to ensure I run 3 miles.
I’ll say this.  I went right to the grocery store that night.  And this fast food junkie is paying a little more attention to what I’m using to fuel my body.
Whoops!


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