The first seven days of the #RWrunstreak went great for me.
As in…I ran everyday. (Some of those days, as you can see, were only a mile, but a mile is a mile.)
Three of those runs were the awesome, runner’s-high eliciting runs. I finished them and wanted to hug everyone I knew and start marathon training immediately.
Since I ran two great runs back-to-back this weekend, today was going to be another one-miler day along with another workout.
My body had other plans for me.
Since discovering probiotics a few months ago, my life has been happily devoid of the stomach issues that plagued me for years. No longer was I planning my days around when I thought my stomach might upset me and trying to be near a bathroom. I’d finally learned exactly what didn’t work for me (dairy, corn, super-spicy food, entree salads, raw bell peppers, Starbucks coffee, iced coffee) and cut it out.
I learned much better to manage stress and try really hard to not let it get to me, no matter how many items might be on my to-do list.
I’ve been feeling so awesome lately that I’ve started breaking my own rules. I’ve been living on the edge and having gateway salads (veggie sides and chicken on top of greens) and iced coffee, telling myself if it bothered my stomach it would be worth it. Or that I’d be fine with my probiotics.
Not okay. I had my favorite chicken avocado salad from Pret yesterday, and I spent a good portion of the morning with my stomach feeling no kinds of ok and then most of the afternoon feeling really weak from probably being dehydrated as a result. Apparently an entree salad is living on the edge for my stomach. Noted. Walking half a mile home from work to walk Bailey at lunch and then walking back took every fiber (omg no, not the fiber) of my being, but I had a 5pm call I was trying to stick it out for.
Needless to say, I didn’t make it out for a run. Not even a mile. I’m still going to continue the challenge (I guess it’s no longer a streak if I broke it?), but I know myself, and I know hanging on after I’ve missed one day will be harder. But onward and upward.
Also, back to not eating/drinking the stuff that I know will make me sick. This also includes not reading blogs with pictures of iced coffee, because I immediately have a Pavlovian response of finding the nearest iced coffee. Which means my buddy Tina’s blog is definitely out. Sorry, friend.
Tonight, snuggling with this dude was far better for my health than any workout. And some of my mama’s meatballs (I almost always have a batch in my freezer) over whole wheat pasta.
If you’re doing the Run Streak, how’s it going? (I have to say that while I’ve been enjoying the idea of the streak, I absolutely see reasons not to, too, and read a great post about that last week.)