I’m almost beginning to recognize my “old” self. I have to admit, I feel better after just a few days of better-not-near-perfect eating and haphazard strenght workouts with some consistent running. I was once a person who enjoyed whatever process I was working through. After being stuck for so long in a bad place, I’m feeling anxious to get from Point A to Point B as quickly as possible. But I know the process is the whole point. Looking in the mirror every morning is the point. Being okay with the snail’s pace is not easy, but it’s non-negotiable.
Breakfast this morning was so good. Scrambled eggs, crispy pulled pork, and shredded potatoes held me over for about 6 hours.
For dinner, I made some roasted broccoli, baked some salt+pepper potatoes and some salmon. I made a coconut-lime sauce with some spicy Rogan Josh seasoning.
These are some magic shoes. I often rotate shoes, depending on type of surface, length of run, and frequency of wear. But these Sauconys are feeling great lately so I am reaching for them out of my huge pile of shoes.
2.5 miles and no regrets. Slow, but consistent.
Exactly this.
A repeat workout from over a year ago. I set the timer for 20 minutes because I wanted to feel totally wasted after.
Mission accomplished.
