This morning I felt like hell. My body hasn't fully adjusted to the time change, and even after eight-and-a-half (a number with good Italian connotations!) hours of sleep I felt sluggish and beat up. Partly this is explained by marathon training, which I began in earnest this week. With increased mileage, there's always an adjustment period. We've also been doing a lot of walking here. Finally, last night J. and I broke our no-sweets rule.
After we enjoyed a meal of squid prepared with lemon, oil, and salt, we declined dessert, self-control intact. But like a crack pusher the waiter (who was as incomprehensible to us as we were to him) gave us a free slice of berry tart that we couldn't resist. It would've been rude, right? Well, once the dam had cracked, floodwaters of cookies and gelato followed.
The point is, sugar makes me tired, especially when I'm training. It's best for me to lay off the stuff entirely when I'm getting in shape. Not for weight control, though it helps with that, but simply to alleviate the inevitable fatigue of training.
My first mile was an eight-minute slog to the canal, but after that I found my legs. Whenever I feel like not running, I run the first mile or two as slowly as I want. It gets easier after that, no matter how tired I am. I leave it to you, reader, to make this into a sports metaphor to fit the challenges you face in your own life.
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