I was so proud of myself. I got out of bed early to run this morning which is my intention EVERY Monday but I rarely do it. I inevitably end up running in the afternoon, getting home late, and missing
Heroes time with my family. I wanted to get this first week after my vacation started off on the right foot so I jumped up and gathered my stuff and headed out.
One snag in the whole thing was that it appears that we have mice. Or maybe it was one or both of my TEENAGERS who finished off my jar of peanut butter. Being the creature of habit that I am, I was NOT happy when I was not able to have my regular breakfast of two pieces of toast with reduced fat peanut butter and honey with a glass of skim milk (450 calories). Instead, I had a cup of GoLean and a cup of skim milk (280 calories).
I started my walk and felt pretty good. No discomfort at all in my ankle. After a half mile, I broke into an easy run with a plan to do 2 miles and then walk it in. About a quarter mile in, I started feeling weird. Very light headed and I was seeing stars or something. I turned right around and started walking back. After I got in the car, I just felt HUNGRY and tired. So, I stopped and got a couple breakfast tacos after I showered and felt fine after that. I know my cals have been low the last week so I wonder if it finally caught up with me. Anyway, if my body's sending those kinds of signals, I'm going to listen. That's why I cut the run short. I still got a 1.8 mile brisk walk in. And if I get a good Subway for lunch and feel good this evening, maybe I'll tack on a 2 mile run around hood.