I’m taking my own marathon recovery advice a bit too seriously.
I’m on Day #3 of ZERO physical activity or stretching or anything remotely resembling exercise.
I’m on Day #3 of crazy-out-of-control eating. I am a little embarrassed to admit this, but yesterday I ate:
Dairy Queen (reese’s peanut butter cup blizzard)
Yes, you read that right. That was all in one day! And in between those things I snacked on clif bars and potato chips. And my beer at Applebees was at lunch. On a work day. I am crazy and out of control! Today was a tiny bit better, but not much.
The weird thing is that usually by this time I’m missing running and wanting to get in some type of exercise (and I actually am doing cross training by now typically). But I have been so insanely busy with work and life that I haven’t even had time to think about missing exercise.
Tomorrow I’m gonna get a walk in in the morning. Only so I can make room for more Dairy Queen blizzards.
All in the name of recovery, right?