Current Weight: 154.5
Starting BMI: 28.1
Current BMI: 24.9
I said I wanted focus on more than the numbers this year. Looks like I'm being forced to whether I like it or not.
My week was fine, I continued to eat breakfast everyday, and I got out for the majority of my runs. But the real excitement happened in the last 24 hours.
Chris and I went for a 22 mile bike ride yesterday (to and from one of our favorite beer spots). I haven't been biking in well over a year and while my legs feel just fine, my sits bones are very sore from the saddle. OUCH! I also managed to fall off the bike while coming to a stop (my skort got stuck on the saddle, and I panicked and just fell over), I slammed my hand into gravel and scraped my knee up (yeah, I've got a little kid injury again). DOUBLE OUCH! Today I attempted to run 14 miles (as the training called for) but on top of the fact that my bottom was still a little sore (turns out the muscles I bruised on the bike are some of the same I use while running) which wasn't that bad, and the fact that sweat stings in fresh scrapes, my ankles really started complaining about 7 miles in, so I decided to stop after 10 and not push it. I feel pretty good about this decision, while I once again didn't make hit all of the miles I should have for this step back week, I did hit the majority of them, and add on the biking, my stamina probably didn't take to much of a hit.
It's getting harder and harder not to compare myself to other people. When I first started running, I wasn't a runner at all, and even claimed that I would never enjoy it. So when people went faster, longer, stronger, or if strangers passed me quickly because their route happened to line up with mine I didn't feel bad at all. After all, I hated running SO MUCH and I was doing it anyway, so any distance/speed was better than I ever thought I would do. Now that I'm passed that, and I enjoy it (for the most part) I find myself jealous of those who can run faster than me, and don't seem to have any problem with super long distances. I know that green is a terrible color to be, and I know that it doesn't help me push myself further. Still, it's hard not to think "Man, I'm never going to be like that." At the very same time, I never thought I would try to run a marathon either. Logically, I know that this is my own path, but my brain keeps telling me I'm fooling myself.
I'LL SHOW YOU BRAIN!
Running 20 miles next week. Luckily I'll have the lovely, talented, and ever motivating Amanda by my side, and I won't have ridden 22 miles (or skinned my knee) the day before. ;)
Good luck to you this week!