Special edition daytime blog post, courtesy of the President's Day holiday. Is it possible to bonk 12 hours after training?
I had a terrible night's sleep. First off, I was hot. Not room temperature hot from a sunny day in California. Hot, because my body temperature felt like I had a fever. I was so hot that I woke up, grabbed a Blue Ice bag and kept it affixed to the base of my neck until I cooled down.
I fell asleep with it on.
Then, two hours into my sleep I awoke due to hunger pangs.
Am I pregnant or something? Seriously, this is what I ate yesterday:
-- Oatmeal with almonds and raisins, along with some Vega Omega-3 oil supplement
-- Clif Bar and energy gel shots
-- 36 ounces of Heed
-- 16 ounces of Recoverite
-- Three-egg cheese, onion and chicken-sausage omelet, with fruit, potatoes and bread
-- Two pieces of meatloaf
-- Sushi, and lots of it
-- Yogurtland (yum!), with lots of Oreos, berries and chocolate chips
Then, at 12:30 a.m., add a second banana.
Then, at 2 a.m., add a half Clif Bar.
Then, at 4 a.m., add the other half of said Clif Bar.
And I still LOST WEIGHT last night! To the tune of about 2.5 pounds.
Well, I did burn through 6,000 calories in less than 48 hours. Guess I didn't put back in 6,000 calories worth of nutrition. I sure as heck tried though! I mean, there's only so much I can physically ingest before I have more traffic "downstairs" than the 405/5 Freeway interchange at rush hour. I'm already making more pit stops than Danica Patrick in her first NASCAR season!
I'm down to my lowest weight since I've been training. I'm concerned, to be honest. I hate looking too thin. It's a source of insecurity rooted deep in a childhood hanging out with bigger, taller, faster kids and trying to keep up with them on the soccer field, basketball or tennis court. Or at the school dance on a Friday night.
It wasn't easy being the runty but funny short kid that all the girls wanted to call their friend while they asked if I could set them up on dates with my friends. That stays with you.
But lately, as in the past couple years, I finally felt like I achieved the physique I had always wanted. Toned. Cut. Muscular.
It shouldn't matter, not years later, but it was a welcome ego boost.
Unfortunately though, I've heard from one too many good friends in the past couple weeks who have noticed that I'm looking "thin." This is code for, "Dude, eat something. Like, now!" Of course, other friends and even my family have commented that I've never looked better. But, when it comes to something as sensitive as appearances, I tend to hear the negative more than the positive.
It's a little deflating, to be honest. I'm training so hard. And I've been feeling so good. Damn good! I'm eating everything in sight. I'm trying to keep on the pounds. But sometimes it's not working. I think I'm going to go back to the Jay Robb Whey Protein and milkshakes every day. I was avoiding them after the Brendan Brazier seminar and trying his healthy but awful-tasting Vega products.
Time to get back on the good stuff.
I'm supposed to enjoy an off day from training today following this past weekend's killer regimen. But, I have a trip to Las Vegas planned for work this Wednesday through Friday. That means lighter workouts but less time to fit them in. So, I'm going to trudge to the pool now and do some easy swim recovery laps so I don't have to tomorrow. That way, I can do my 1.25 hour cycling test tomorrow without worrying about a second workout.
Maybe I'll hit a buffet (or two) on the way back. Or at least I know of a few in Vegas!
Got anything I can eat? My fridge is now officially bare.
281 days and counting.