Yesterday, I ran my fastest 5K time ever - 36:15 is pretty darned improved in my mind. It wasn't even a race - just a regular old run. I walked about .4 miles and then ran the rest of the distance to 4 miles. The weather was pretty good, though today is better - 60 degrees out and I'm not out there running - crazy! Hopefully tomorrow will be the same, though I have a car appointment in the middle of the morning. I'll have to make it a quick run, I guess.
In other news, I now have a scale here and it is just like the one at home, or at least mostly, so I figure they probably agree, right? Anyhow, according to this new scale, I lost a pound last week. Nothing to complain about, especially with the stress of travel and a few meals out and dessert last night. I ordered a sandwich (and it is a grilled one, but has veggies) without the chips and so he brings it out and there are FRIES. Ugh! Well, I didn't make him take away the fries, I just toughed it out and didn't eat them. I had been planning on a rare dessert and it would be stupid to have both and almost as stupid to have the fries and then not have the dessert. All in all, I think I did OK
I guess there are some who would say you shouldn't have the dessert, but I say this. I very rarely have the dessert when we go out - sometimes a little dish of ice cream -and I weigh the stuff so as not to overserve the 1/2 cup serving, which is a lot smaller than you'd think - but here's the thing. If you don't have the dessert SOMETIMES, that is deprivation and deprivation in the long term leads to demoralization which leads to giving up and/or quitting.
Even so, I need to be careful. I need to be careful not to lose my focus on becoming more athletic, being a better runner and staying healthy long term. One small ice cream sundae isn't going to ruin that, but if I let everything slide while I am traveling, I am going to lose track of my goals quickly. Which is why I have a scale here now. And a food scale. And a pantry full of the foods I need. I get a little boost every time I climb to the top of the bluff and don't have to pause or even slow down to catch my breath. Similarly with the 91 stairs to the top of the bluff on the other side - They seem to be harder than walking up the steep road, but I walked right up them this morning without even getting winded. That never happened last year, and I am impressed with myself for getting to this place where I can do these things without taxing my body at all. My body is not surprised to be asked to do hard stuff!
Someone asked me yesterday how far I had run and I said "It was just three miles." Not meaning that I usually run 10, but I am aware that 3 miles is not that far in terms of distance running. I also realized I am no longer daunted by that distance, neither physically or mentally. I mean, I am pleased to be able to do that distance, but it doesn't beat me up to do it anymore. It's not a remarkable thing for me to run 3 miles!