Yesterday morning I got on the scale and saw a great thing. I am the lowest weight that I have been in about five years: 185. I think I dropped nearly two full pounds in the seven days since I ran 27 miles. The mitochondria are working hard! Since it is the week before the big race in Cool, my planned mileage was only 10 miles for yesterday (Saturday) and 8 miles for today. I figured we would go to the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby in the morning and then I would run in the afternoon.
The Pinewood Derby was a lot of fun, which is good because both our cars got pretty much dead last in every race. I considered this our red shirt freshman year anyway since it is our first year, and kids can start Cub Scouts so young now. We will have many more Pinewood Derby Races in the future. Here are some pictures… the story continues below:
So you can see we had fun. But I didn’t eat much before we left and I darn sure wasn’t going to eat hotdogs, which is what they were serving at the race, so I just figured it was better to be hungry when I started running after the race than to have nasty food in my stomach. But my plan backfired. Apparently the smokin hot mitchondria that torched two pounds in the last week (while I literally ate like a freight train!) needed fuel worse than I realized. When I went out running, I was pretty much bonked from the first step. I only did seven miles, very easy, and then I came home and ate and ate and ate…. Then we went out to dinner, and I ate and ate and ate…. two appetiser plates, my dinner, and then two desert plates…. and they were huge resturaunt deserts. Since I am still feeling kind of tired today, I am playing it cool and just relaxing. Resting can’t hurt my race at this point, but running too much can.
