Las Vegas Burrito Regrets And 16lbs Gained Since Mid October.
I went running again yesterday and out of all of my runs this week, this was by far the hardest. 6.25 miles at a 9:48 min/mile pace. I’m getting slower and it’s hurting more to run shorter distances. It didn’t help that it was icy here in Tottenham!
I really regret having 7 fucking burritos in 9 days in Vegas from Baja Fresh. The first burrito was beautiful but I was just chasing the taste sensation with the next 6. Absolutely unnecessary.
On the day before the Vegas marathon I ate like a cunt. I had a Haagan Daas ice cream, a Chinese takeaway, waffles, an entire box of Hot Tamales and that was all before 8pm. I thought it was funny at the time but now I feel like a dick.
I’ve at least been given a reminder of how difficult running is when you first start out. I don’t mind running being a little more painful than usual for the next month or two as it’s something I’m gonna have to face if I’m to get back to where I was in October. I can’t change the past but it doesn’t make me feel any less shit about it. You can rationalise your poor judgement and tell yourself it’s gone but the frustration and disappointment will always creep up on you when you least expect it.
At my lightest I was 191lbs in October before Munich. Then after that race went wrong my weight slowly crept up to about 197lbs by month end. Now I’m at 207lbs. That’s 16lbs gained in such a short period of time and I don’t have the same level of energy or enthusiasm because of this.
16 fucking pounds.
I’m not hiding away. I’m still shooting for a 200 mile month in December. I can continue down the Vegas road of burritos or get back out there and improve shit. And that’s what I’m gonna do now, even if I only run 5 miles and it’s twice as hard as yesterday’s run.
I’m gonna stop focusing on the weight gain and more on creating forward momentum. I’ve been moving in the right direction this week.
So I was feeling quite frustrated just after I published this post and decided the only way to keep that momentum going was to force myself to have a good run.
I went out and ran 8.52 miles around Tottenham. I was going to stop when I got to the busy road by Edmonton Ikea at 7 miles but just kept jogging around the car park complex until I found a safe way out. I finally stopped at the Northumberland Park level crossing.
Gonna finish the week off with another 10k tonight. Runs around Tottenham late at night are always frightening affairs but it means there’s much less temptation to stop.