I know my post yesterday was pretty late. I didn’t know I wasn’t going to get home until after dark. Let me make up for it first by showing you my breakfast from this morning, and then telling you about what I did first thing on Wednesday. Kay?
About two servings of egg whites, 1.5 cups of spinach, 1/4 cup of onions, 1 tablespoon of parmesan cheese and pepper. In addition to the eggs I had a bagel thin with honey and 3 slices (only two pictured) of turkey bacon.
All of that and only 397 calories! Take that, IHOP!
I also had coffee with a smidge of milk, of course:
Fact: As awful as it is, I LOVE gambling. I go to Reno twice a year, and I am not ashamed! Fitzgerald’s used to be one of my favorite casinos because it was so cheesy. It closed down in 2009, but I still have fond memories of their leprechaun!
Lastly, in case you were curious about where I take the food pictures that actually come out attractive:
Answer: The back staircase. Excellent lighting during the day!
Although my Tuesday was fabulous, yesterday morning, I just wasn’t feeling it. I felt sluggish, unhappy and well, let’s face it, kind of depressed. I had promised myself that since I rested on Monday (I had my 5K on Sunday) and I was spending the day out on Tuesday, I would run on Wednesday. But I didn’t want to run.
I ate my pre-run breakfast of a slice of wheat toast topped with Barney Butter and a banana. I thought maybe by the time it settled, I would feel like running.
Nope. I felt like curling up into a little ball and disappearing.
But I promised myself I would run.
Next I realized I hadn’t charged my iPhone. How would I run without RunKeeper? Or music? I can’t run under circumstances like that.
But I did.
I put on my Polar HRM, which tells me the duration of my workout, my heart rate and calories burned, but no mileage or pace. I strapped on my sneakers and left the house with zero expectations. I didn’t care how far I ran, where I ran or how fast I ran there. I just needed to get out of the house.
I started on my normal route, but halfway through the Panhandle I was sick of running, so I started walking. I was sick of my route too, so I crossed the street into Golden Gate Park. I have always meant to do this, but I never seem to get around to it. Yesterday, I got around to it. I wandered/jogged around until I found myself at Kezar Stadium.
This is certainly a place I’ve considered when looking at Golden Gate Park as a workout location resource, but I never seem to have enough time to get over there, workout and get back home. I don’t live really far away, or anything, but if I just run my Panhandle loop, it’s only 30 minutes out of my life. So I tend to just stick with it.
The last time I was at Kezar was the only other time I’ve been to Kezar. In 8th grade sometime (read: 1995-6 school year), my friend Yoli and I went there to watch our school (Everett) participate in a sporting event. I don’t remember if it was soccer or track anymore, but it was one of those. The last time I had been on a track was also sometime in that era of my life.
The last time I had been on a track, I couldn’t even run around it once, which is unfortunate, given that Ms. Sides, my 6th and 7th grade P.E. teacher started class this way every single day. As an incentive to try your best, she developed what was called “The Top Ten List”, which consisted of the top ten fastest finishers of the daily laps. If you were on the list today, then you didn’t have to run tomorrow. This, however, was not an incentive for me–it just made me bitter.
So anyway, here I was at Kezar yesterday, feeling miserable. As I stepped foot on the track, however, something happened to me. I wanted to run. So I did. Not for a long distance, nor at a challenging pace. Just for two laps around the track.
Because I CAN.
Then when I was done I eyed the stadium stairs. I had never done that thing where a person runs up and down the stairs as exercise. So I decided to do it.
Because I CAN.
I ran both sets of bleachers, drank tons of water from the drinking fountains and then made my way home.
Did my exercise cure my depression? No. However, it did make me proud. I didn’t want to work out, but I did it anyway. I only burned 480 calories in the 86 minutes I was out, which isn’t the greatest of calorie burns. However, it is more calories than I would have burned crying over nothing, curled up on my futon. It takes a strong mind to overcome the things in life that can appear as roadblocks on the path to healthy living. I’m not strong yet, but I’m going to keep working and taking tiny steps until I get there.
What do you do when you just DO NOT want to exercise, but know you should?