If I had posted anything yesterday I would have told you about my hill run. Remembering that just the day before I had promised myself that I would back off the intensity, I headed for our own special hill, just 2 1/2 K down the road. I felt pretty good on the way out, and was grateful that the effects of the 30K race had finally worn off. Or so I thought. Almost as soon as I started heading down the first slope I could feel the discomfort in my quads. This is the typical place you feel pain after running hills, and is in fact from running down them, not up. So okay, I was surprised, but no big deal. Just do 2 hills and head home. Nope! I couldn't listen, and did 4 instead. By bedtime last night my legs were sore! Not very smart!
But I tried to accept it as a quick lesson and perhaps it was okay to get the reminder right away.
Because I woke up this morning with a fresh resolve, and when I got on my bike I started a moderate workout, with the full intention of backing it up even further if necessary. It turned out that no back-pedalling (lmao), was necessary and I finished the workout with just the right amount of discomfort. By bedtime tonight I was very tired.
And that's the way it's supposed to be I think. Tired, not sore. There's actually a very peaceful feeling associated with just the right kind of tired. You feel like you've earned your rest, and yet you have confidence that you can do it again tomorrow.
I'm also gaining confidence with each passing day in my weight reduction initiative. I continue to religiously count my calories, and while it is damn hard to stick to my 2500 per, I can tell that it's working. I can't give you an exact number as to pounds lost, because I choose not to record them as such, but let's just say the scales consistently provide numbers that are lower than they used to be. I am now getting delusions of 155, instead of the 160 I was shooting for. We shall see. I also need to be careful to get enough intake to adequately fuel my activities, which is what makes it such a delicate balance, and why it has to happen over a period of 3 to 4 months. Game on I say!
computrainer, 90 minutes
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore."---Dr Seuss
But I tried to accept it as a quick lesson and perhaps it was okay to get the reminder right away.
Because I woke up this morning with a fresh resolve, and when I got on my bike I started a moderate workout, with the full intention of backing it up even further if necessary. It turned out that no back-pedalling (lmao), was necessary and I finished the workout with just the right amount of discomfort. By bedtime tonight I was very tired.
And that's the way it's supposed to be I think. Tired, not sore. There's actually a very peaceful feeling associated with just the right kind of tired. You feel like you've earned your rest, and yet you have confidence that you can do it again tomorrow.
I'm also gaining confidence with each passing day in my weight reduction initiative. I continue to religiously count my calories, and while it is damn hard to stick to my 2500 per, I can tell that it's working. I can't give you an exact number as to pounds lost, because I choose not to record them as such, but let's just say the scales consistently provide numbers that are lower than they used to be. I am now getting delusions of 155, instead of the 160 I was shooting for. We shall see. I also need to be careful to get enough intake to adequately fuel my activities, which is what makes it such a delicate balance, and why it has to happen over a period of 3 to 4 months. Game on I say!
computrainer, 90 minutes
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore."---Dr Seuss
Life is one long process of getting tired."---Samuel Butler
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Woohoo! Good news all around! :)
ReplyDeleteYup, this is the way things are supposed to be. Game on, indeed!
ReplyDeleteLove, gail