Anyone whose been running for any length of time, experiences days as if they’ve never run before. Today was one of those days for me. For whatever reason, I just couldn’t get into it. My pace was off by maybe a thirty seconds to a minute. I forced myself to pick up the pace on the last mile, just so I felt I accomplished something. Well, I did accomplish something, I got out there at least. There were a lot of “resolution runners” out on the trail today. I figure by the end of the month it will just be the dedicated runners out there.
I don’t fall into that category. For the past six years or more I’ve been maintaining a five days on, one day off running routine (during the summer months that may consist of two-a-day runs). If the weather’s not cooperating, I get on the exercise bike or kill myself on the (almost) vertical climber for thirty minutes. One way or another though, I get my cardio in. I also get a (thirty minute) workout in every morning before breakfast; kettle bells are your friend and a great way to get the calorie burning engine (called your metabolism) kicked into gear (after thirty it starts to go away). Since I introduced kettle bells into my routine, along with interval training (not crazy shit like HIIT), I’ve lost twenty-five pounds since July; it wasn’t even something I was striving for, it just kind of happened. Eating correctly, too, didn’t hurt either (no flour-based bread, smoothies for lunch, lots of vegetables, fruit, fish [and other meat; in moderation, it’s not bad for you]) and, particularly, not eating after dinner. I also fast for a day (thirty-six hours) approximately every seven weeks. If you’re consistent with it, and don’t get anal about it (like wasting your time counting calories), it’s really not that difficult; consistency and discipline are key. Don’t be mad.
And that’s all I have to say about that.