I completely get this. I competed so long that I eventually burned out, but it’s hitting again hard. I know I won’t be anything impressive compared to other people running, but it’s the practice that is addictive, not even the show of the race.
Amazing how much our brains can be our worst enemy sometimes.
I’m curious, what is your next goal? I’m sorry if I missed it.
On this note. It’s a big topic I am working through that I need to bite the bullet and schedule the call with @QuadQueen. I am wearing out on tracking. I don’t want to do it the rest of my life, but also not turn back into a chubsters.
I am over figuring out a bite here, what that meal at a restaurant was, and asking an app if I have “room” for a snack when my stomach is growling.
Seems like I am not alone in that.
My next goal is a cut, though I won’t go as hardcore as you’ve tried to. I’ve really enjoyed the past 6 months, which have seen me stabilize my weight finally without feeling that I’m suffering overly. But I don’t want to stabilize here, lol.
I meant to respond to this, too. I’ve never been competitive in terms of winning against others and I’m good with that; it’s just an internal drive. I was a mid-pack runner when I was racing. It’s really me against me, but I still feel it deeply. Just these irresistible urges to go, go, go.
Fantastic to hear, it has shown through in your posts.
10/10 would not recommend. I think that’s what burned me out on “asking the app” how much I calorie budget I have. It’s been stuck on 1200 a day because it thinks I only burn 1700 on maintenance. Who knows, maybe that is right at this point.
Either way, either go more gentle than I did, or just as hard, but shorter.
Preach. My running goal may end up being a route of my choosing and self-supported instead of an actual race. But if you don’t pay to run the distance with strangers, did it even happen?
If you smoke an 80-year-old man or a mom pushing a double stroller, didn’t you still kick their asses?
I don’t lose unless I’m ridiculously low, either. I’ve spent this maintenance time trying to really look at myself and my needs, and what is worth calories and what is not. Last night I had a burger and fries and ate all of it - maybe my second burger this year. It was…meh. And all the way home - 40 minutes - I could smell it on my hands, which grossed me out. I’m trying to really pay attention to that sort of thing so I can ultimately find a resting place that allows me to hold my weight steady without feeling deprived. Pizza continues to delight me, it seems that burgers do not. Dark chocolate yes, bullshit processed chocolate mostly no (mini pb cups rarely, grocery store cake and cookies can go away forever). I don’t think I’ve ever really looked closely enough at it.
I think I can taste corn syrup now, and it’s yucky.
@QuadQueen I’m ready for the talk, too. I’ll dig the email up and restart the conversation.
Day 30/30 Iron - arms, abs, and core - with 15 minute/1 mile warmup.
So that’s a wrap. I began on October 28, and am sort of stunned to see that I’ve actually completed it on schedule. I’ve loved this program, and plan to simply restart it the day after Christmas. I’m excited to see the progress another 6 weeks will give me.
Random CG full body workout, 10 minute cardio warmup. My plan is to do full body again on Friday and then Sunday, at which point company comes and I’ll take time off until they leave (26th).
Round 2 day 1/30 Iron - legs - with 15 minute/1 mile warmup.
This was my first workout since Dec. 18th. My plan was to take a week for Christmas and the hordes of family, then restart on the 26th, after they scattered back to their own houses, but I came down with what I assume was covid just as things were ramping up. Happily, I seem not to have been a Patient Zero, because one daughter-in-law had to fly to Russia on Christmas day, which required a miserable, circuitous route (to Qatar then Istanbul or vice versa). But apparently she was fine - they all are.
So I’ve mostly napped and taken only a couple of short hikes. I did work yesterday. Anyway, today’s workout SUCKED. My heart rate was going crazy (150 at a couple of points) and it just felt like I’d regressed in terms of my recovery. But it’s done! Also, my form and balance are noticeably better for rear step-back and lateral lunges, about which I’m very pleased.
I’m glad to be back at it and excited for the start of the new year and continuation of this journey.
Treadmill - mostly walking, with a handful of sprints thrown in for fun. 30 minutes, 2 miles.
Still struggling to get past whatever filthy disease I had over Christmas. The fan was bothering my ears while I was on the TM this morning. WTF is that?? It’s never happened before. Fatigue is better, but still there.
Yeah, I know. It’s a cold room, too (maybe 50*f). Still. I am filled with righteous indignation. Why must I suffer after I’ve already had to sacrifice 30 minutes of sleep?
I didn’t deserve very mild ear pain.
Editing to add that my watch notified me during my shower that I’d exposed myself to sound levels that could be dangerous. “Even as little as ten minutes could cause temporary hearing loss.”
Fuck you, watch, and fuck you, fan. (Although in my heart of hearts I love you both.)
