Saying “Eff It”

Tuesday after work I went to the gym to do some kind of workout. I wasn’t sure what I would do because it’s taper week and I don’t want to do anything strenuous or new. I decided to do a slow/easy walk/jog on the treadmill. I ended up doing 3.25 miles on the treadmill. It was an easy pace and I took lots of walking breaks.

I listened to my body and didn’t push it. My lower back was still pretty tight but jogging didn’t seem to aggravate it. I just zoned out and listened to good music while I put one foot in front of the other.

After the run I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn’t lift weights like I normally do. I didn’t want to use the elliptical and risk tweaking my hips in a weird way. I did a few sets of bicep curls and then headed to yoga.

Gym Stats:

Time: 1:10
Calories Burned: 421
Distance: 3.25 miles

I had a few minutes to kill before the yoga class so I ate some grapes for a snack.

I wanted to do yoga to help loosen up my tight back and hips. Yoga worked for my calf strain a few weeks ago and it was a miracle. I hoped for another miracle. I also went alone–which is weird for me because I dislike going to classes and usually only attend with Robyn (my workout buddy).

Check out my neon pink toes! 🙂 The class started and I immediately felt better. The stretches felt so good. The best pose for my back seemed to be the Pigeon Pose and Downward Dog–they felt GREAT. I also did Tree Pose (my favorite pose). I left the yoga class a little early and headed home.

When I got home I did have a little melt down. I guess I’ve been holding things in for awhile and was feeling overwhelmed, stressed and anxious. I remembered how much I hate taper week–how mental it can make me. Michael made a comment questioning why I’m bothering trying to eat low carb this week when I’m eating tons of fruit. Which is true. Had I truly wanted to go low-carb in order to carb load before the race, I should have avoided all fruit. Not just bread, pasta, alcohol and candy. And I also remembered how every time I’ve tried to go low-carb before a race I failed. I gave up after about a day or two of trying and just went back to my normal eating habits. So I said “eff it” and had one of these:

And it tasted great. I just had one. Then we fixed dinner. Another reason the low-carb plan wouldn’t have worked this week: we didn’t plan the meals like we should have. I frantically searched the fridge and freezer for low-carb options and came up with shrimp.

Since our lettuce has bolted, I had to buy lettuce at the store (boo). Salad with salsa, sour cream, shredded cheese, broccoli, black olives and tomatoes. Michael sauteed the shrimp with Mexican seasoning and dinner was served.

Shrimp is a really good low-calorie food. It’s about 100 calories for 9 shrimp. Dinner was good. I felt relieved admitting that I wasn’t good at Low Carb anything and gave myself permission to eat my normal way. Enough is enough. Every race I make this mistake and then beat myself up for it. So eff it!

Let’s end this post on a positive note. Maya, my scaredy cat kitty that is afraid of her own shadow, let me hold her and pet her for 10 whole minutes Wednesday morning!

It’s impossible to catch Maya. She runs and hides and as slippery as an eel. I clipped her nails and then held her as long as she let me. It was so nice and it made me REALLY happy! Maya wasn’t always so skittish. She was the runt of the litter and I took her home at 7 weeks (a little too early I think). She was always tiny and shy but she let me pet and cuddle her when she was a baby.

At my last apartment Maya used cuddle with me–only on her terms. She would jump onto my bed at night when I was reading and then nudge my book with her little nose. She’d let me pet her and scratch her chin for a few minutes then she’d run away. She also slept at the foot of my bed with Fat Kitty. When I moved in with Michael that changed. I’m not sure if she’s scared, or if she recognizes Michael as the “Alpha Male” and therefore won’t get on the bed with us…not sure. But she’s become more and more reclusive and shy. Poor little thing! It made me happy that she allowed me to pet her (and she purred)!

QUESTION: When was the last time you said “eff it” about something?