Second time this week that I road home – rather crawled home – after hitting the wall. I road in this morning, did some plyometrics to work on my lack of explosive power, and then did micro burst intervals at Greenbelt on the way home. I ate well all day, but have gotten on this “health” kick. I generally eat healthy, but also eat like 3 offensive linemen. I have a reputation (probably like many skinny athletes) for eating larger (and by larger I mean fat) adversaries under the table. This winter I’ve “bulked” up from doing some lifting. Miniscule by most standards, but significant for me. Hopefully this is muscle mass and I will get to my fighting weight by late April, but it got me thinking maybe I eat too much – or at least eat too much of the wrong crap. Sometimes I can’t ignore the sirens of the carmel chocolate chip scone at the Bucks.
So, maybe my bonking is attributable to changing dietary intake. Maybe it was the freezing cold 30mph headwind I had to battle for 45 minutes that left me nearly hypothermic. Whatever it is, it sucks to feel that feeble when you’re just trying to get home.