I do. Definitely.
Some eat more after a long run, or after a race, or after speedwork. Not me. I eat more when I’m not running at all. When I’m training properly, I feel healthier so I naturally lean towards better food choices.
When I can’t run, it seems like my hands are compelled to grab unto something, anything (e.g., Cheetos jalapeno flavor) to make up for the lack of movement in the legs. The hands and fingers then coordinate—as my feet and legs would do the same when I run—to plop that digestible form of matter unto my mouth for quick consumption.
What’s most worrisome is that, due to my sheer depression from the lack of runs, I don’t even notice the food sliding down my throat and building a home in the comfort of my own tummy. Usually, I’m watching a DVD, surfing the web, or dining with family when I suddenly have that overstuffed, bloated, I-want-to-vomit feeling and I think Uh oh, I’ve had more than enough again. Then, panic creeps in, with the next thought: Shoot, how will I burn this if I can’t run?
Needless to say, that is exactly what I was telling myself last night as I stood on the dreaded weighing scale: Shoot, how do I lose the weight I gained over the holidays? Why did I have to impose that 7-day running ban on myself? Maybe it’s time to break the ban?!!
Fortunately, I paid my favorite PT a visit at Moro Lorenzo this morning. (He’s my favorite because he’s the only guy who cured me of my shin splints and this he did literally overnight.) After teaching me new drills to strengthen my quads and pull my kneecap inward, and as he poked at my ITB with long, scary needles, he nonchalantly told me that I should just continue with my training. What? No need for my 7-day ban? It was music to my ears. Woohoo!
I tried my best to keep my composure, even under so much pain, but deep inside I was already thinking of where I should run next, with whom, and what healthy meal I should be having for dinner. Goodbye leftover Christmas treats. It’s time for some salad!