See? I was strongly urged. After being strongly urged, I have no control over what goes into my mouth. I even gained four pounds in four days. Impressive, I'd say. I'm guessing that a significant portion of this is water weight because . . . well, I need to think that. That and the fact that as much as I consumed, I can't quite believe it would've added up to 14,000 calories (14,000 / 3,500 calories per pound = 4 "real" pounds of weight gain). But who's to say, right? Whatever goes on in a snowstorm-induced gluttonous haze should have no consequences anyway.
Regardless, today I got back to the real world and faced the sludgy streets for work and returned home for a much needed run this evening. I felt bloated and sluggish for most of the day and was raring to go by the time I laced up my shoes. After cutting down my mileage last week due to weather woes, and assuming a horizontal position for several days straight, I was aching to get moving again. This was just the run I was looking for. An easy pace, nothing crazy, but splendid. It reminded me of a feel-good race following a well-managed taper. God knows I had enough carbs stored in me to power the run.
It was a nice reminder that in the weeks to come, just around the corner really, I'll be on a taper once again. But this time it will be massive--three weeks for the marathon compared to my usual one week for a half-thon. Three weeks of decreased mileage, restlessness, and too much time to nitpick about dos and don'ts. It's a troubling time for me generally. But if today's run is any indication, I might come out of it well-rested with eager, ambitious muscles. It might be just right.
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