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If you can’t beat it, use it?

I’m going to admit to something horrendously obnoxious. Post-workout selfie & picture of my heart rate monitor. I’ll admit it, I like attention. Terrible. Anyway, I’ve got the sweet tooth from Hades. I usually get away with it because I work out way too much and will stay in the gym for hours (I like it there, it helps me clear my head and it’s a long period of time in which I’m not socially awkward). However, I’ve been trying to stay pretty strict on diet so that I can actually see some major results, and so far, I’m LOVING it.

I also slip up. And when I slip up, or “cheat,” I really can’t do moderation at all. I resisted temptation all day yesterday until finally I just gave in to my sugar cravings. I still struggle with labeling foods “good” and “bad,” even though I know I shouldn’t and that a mindset like that is ANYTHING but productive. I still do it. I have such a love-hate relationship with “cheat” meals and my thoughts are always so scattered. I’m a healthy eater in general and that counts for something, right? I really hate this being human stuff sometimes. This willpower stuff. This wanting results stuff. Seriously.

When I woke up this morning, I wish I could tell you that I didn’t feel a bit disappointed in myself. I wish I could preach about moderation and giving in and allowing yourself to just have treats and such, but I’m still not quite there yet. I felt a little of that, sure, but mostly disappointed. I’m definitely a work in progress. Lately, though, I’ve been realizing that if I can’t beat my cravings and my obsessive tendencies, I might as well put them to work FOR me. So I ran. Hard. Played with speed, played with hills, and ran until I thought I used up a good chunk of that extra glycogen. Do I wish I had a little more self-control around sweets? Yes. Absolutely. Am I stoked that I ran harder and for a longer period of time than I have in years? ABSOLUTELY.

So if you can’t beat it, use it:

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At least I didn’t hashtag it.

 

Let’s be real. There are more important things in the world than whether or not I’m retaining water from a candy splurge. The world did not end. Better yet, I’m blessed to live in a very hilly neighborhood that I can run through all over again tomorrow. Life is good.

You win, nature.

I was really bummed out this morning. It could have been for a multitude of reasons but I told myself that since I took a few days off running, it was time to go out and hit the hills. I’m so blessed to live in a VERY hilly, beautiful community and there are hills on hills on hills to run. I’ve never been very fast, despite having a tree trunk of a lower body, but I try to make up for that with endurance and a scary love of hills. I wish I could say that I love hills because of the challenge and tie in some life lesson about conquering what faces us, no matter how steep the metaphorical hill, but I actually think it’s because I used to get shin splints when running on flat ground and inclines didn’t cause me any pain. Sometimes I’m just too inspirational for my own good, seriously.

Anyway, I didn’t want to run. I wanted to sleep and watch TV and really just not do anything remotely productive with my day. I’ve been running long enough to know that all I need to do is suck it up and start moving, though, and I’ll feel 100% better and not want to run people over with trucks, so I did it. I repeated a quote from Rocky in my head:

“It’s not about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”

I was pumped up by that point. I set out to run and was running faster and harder than I usually do, and it felt easy and amazing. Probably the excessive caffeine and lack of sleep, to be honest. Ten minutes in, I was charging up hills, pumping myself up, telling myself to keep pushing, to train harder, and that I was a beast. Ridiculously motivational and ridiculously cheesy, but it worked. I ran up one hill, then the next, then thought, okay, let’s just find a new, giant hill and BRING IT ON. I found one I liked, turn to run it, and saw a yellow sign:

“Mountain lions have been spotted in the area.”

And that was that. Turned right around and ran some less life-threatening hills for the next fifty minutes. Well played, nature. You win.