Cheating

I have a confession to make. . . . . I have been cheating.

No, not on my husband.

On my no-dessert diet.

I said I was going to completely give up desserts for this marathon training cycle but this has not been the case.

The first time around—when I gave up desserts for the Boston Marathon, I was very strict and did a very good job of sticking to my no-dessert/candy diet. I only cheated on Christmas, New Year’s, and my birthday.

This time around I’ve been more lax. I have not gone over the top and indulged in daily desserts or anything, but I have had a dessert about 3-4 times a month. I know this is still not that much, but I’m a women of my word, so I do feel kind of guilty for not sticking to what I said I was going to do.

I did enjoy this cupcake after the Her Tern Half-Marathon. (No mimosa for me. I still had 10 miles to run after the race.)

Like I said in my initial posts about giving up desserts, the biggest reason I wanted to cut desserts out of my diet was to assist with lose weight. I wanted to get down to my race weight because lighter = faster. (I do realize not everyone agrees with this, and that is okay, but I think I could afford to lose a few pounds.)

So even though I have cheated on my diet, I am happy to report that I have continued to drop a few pounds this summer. (Running 90 miles does kind of help.) However, I still do have to conscience about what I eat and how much I eat because I don’t think I lost any weight when I was running 90-100 miles last fall.

I share these things to let people know I am not perfect (despite what I try to be) and that desserts (in moderation) can be part of a healthy diet.

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The past couple days of running haven’t gone as I had planned, but luckily it is a down week because I am running the Skinny Raven Half-Marathon on Sunday.

Monday’s run was a doozy. I had to call it quits after a mere 3 miles! I was exhausted, fatigued, and my hamstring was bothering me. Not good! It started bothering me on Sunday’s run. I knew it was due to running 90 miles. (I also didn’t take an ice bath on Saturday after my 22-miler, so I’m sure that didn’t help.) Plus, I woke up feeling like a Mack truck hit me from a cold that started developing over the weekend.

I laid low the rest of the day on Monday and luckily this morning (Tuesday) I was able to complete 9 miles with only a couple twinges from the hamstring. Let’s hope it stays this way! I’m still on the fence about what to do tomorrow morning, but I’m hoping to get some speed work in before the race on Sunday.