I woke up after having the strangest dream this morning, and I was so sure that it was real. I dreamed that I had to match my running clothes to my pajamas for my morning run, and it was really important to get it right! When I woke up, I felt very anxious about it, and kept trying to remember exactly what the instructions were. After a few minutes, I realized it was, in fact, a very weird dream ;)
Today was Day 1 of no sweets, and it went pretty well! I ate a banana right when I got up, and then after I got the kids off to school, I made breakfast. I was craving Brussels sprouts (yes, Brussels sprouts), so I had them as a side with cheese grits. I normally wouldn't have eaten so much before a run, especially a tempo run, and it came back to bite me later.
I had plans to get together with Jessica at noon, so I knew I had to start my run by 9:30--not much time to digest my breakfast. Today I had a half-marathon-pace run on the schedule: 1 mile warm-up with 5 miles at half-marathon pace. Last week, I had the same run, and my splits (after the warm-up) were: 8:55, 9:01, 8:57, 8:54, and 8:51. Today, I wanted to see if I could do them a little bit faster; not much, but enough to improve a little.
It was so nice outside! I wore capris and a t-shirt, and felt great. Unfortunately, it was really windy, which made me feel like I was working much harder than I was. I ran a mile to warm-up, and then picked up the pace. I was trying to keep my pace under 8:55-ish. Running into the wind was hard, but I kept reminding myself that once I turned around, it would be a breeze (literally).
It did feel a lot better, and I didn't feel like I was working so hard. But then, at around mile four, I got really nauseous. My stomach felt awful, and I knew it was from my large breakfast. My pace slowed to about 9:10, and I almost decided to take a walk break (something I never do!). But I told myself that I was going to push hard through this run, and I would either A) throw-up, and then give myself permission to walk home, or B) push through the nausea, and make myself hold pace.
Thankfully, the nausea only lasted about a quarter mile, and once I felt a little better, I was so glad that I pushed through it! I would have been really bummed about the run all day if I'd quit early. I managed to pick up the pace a little more for the last mile, and I finished feeling good--but totally wiped out. I can't believe how hard this pace feels now! My long run pace was faster than this a year ago. For a 1:50 half marathon (my goal for November), I'll have to run an 8:24 pace. Yikes!
My splits were faster than last week, but my heart rate was also quite a bit higher--probably due to the wind. I always feel good after my runs on Thursdays, because I don't have another "hard" run until Tuesday. Getting my Tuesday and Thursday runs done always feels like a big accomplishment! It feels kind of like crossing a mini finish line.
I took a quick shower, and then got ready to go meet Jessica at Panera for lunch. I used to get together with Jessica and Renee quite a bit, but this winter was so rough, I didn't really see my friends much. I've missed them! Hopefully I'll get together with Renee soon, too.
At Panera, I ordered a bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup, with 2 oz. baguette, and a cup of fresh fruit--8 PointsPlus total. I was going to take a picture, but I realized that I'd left my phone at home. The soup was really good! Normally, I get Black Bean, but the Chicken Noodle sounded good today. Jessica and I chatted for a couple of hours, and it felt really good to catch up.
I stayed pretty busy until dinnertime, so I didn't have horribly cravings for sweets or anything. I made a frittata for dinner, and immediately afterward, I wanted something sweet. Normally, I would have had a couple of pieces of chocolate, or a lemon bar or something. Instead, I decided to sit down and write my blog post, and Jerry made me a cup of tea. Jerry decided to give up coffee (along with sweets) this month, so he had a cup of tea, too. He enjoyed the tea (David's "Coffee Cake" flavor), but he said he missed his coffee.
One day down, and just 30 days to go without sweets! ;)