So you may wonder what lead to this epic battle of treadmill vs. cupcake. Lets rewind to two days ago. Monday I hit a personal record on my deadlift of 40 lbs. Left the gym with shaking legs feeling pretty proud of myself. Decided to hit the treadmill for about 2.5 miles later that evening. No big deal right? Wrong. Major DOMS the next morning. Spent all day yesterday trying to move as little as possible. Walking was almost unbearable. Stairs? Forget it. Yesterday evening after work I threw everything at it I could think of: foam rolling, ibuprofen, epsom salt bath. Results? Still really sore all day today.
Other factors at play: I track all of my calories and macro-nutrients pretty religiously and a few work eating events today lead to an over indulgence in fats. Aforementioned work events also happened to put me on the side of town where my favorite cupcake bakery is located. Coincidence? Maybe not since I planned the event. 🙂 So since I was there anyway may as well pick some up right?
Super sore legs? Cupcakes in hand? Sounds like the recipe for a rest day to me!
Until I remembered I have a 5 mile run on my training calendar. Bummer.
Thus begins the epic war in my brain. Take the night off and eat the cupcake? Hit the treadmill and hope the legs can take it? Can’t fall behind on my training. Can’t just NOT eat the cupcake! So I could maybe run AND eat the cupcake right? But then end calories would basically balance out so what’s the point of the run? This is the time I had to really dig deep and refocus. What are my goals? Lose some pounds to get to my ideal running weight and run a marathon in 9 months. How important is my goal? Extremely. Is the cupcake going to help me achieve my goals? No. Is the run going to help me achieve my goals? Absolutely.
So I fired up the ‘mill with the plan to just do as much as I could stand with my sore legs. Just get walking a little and then see if I’m up for jogging. Even if I don’t get in the 5 miles, 1 mile is still better than zero miles.
It only took 45 seconds to fall into a rhythm and the soreness started to dissipate. I worked up to my easy I-can-run-at-this-speed-forever pace and kept at it for the full 5 miles. Sometimes all it takes is a reality check and a healthy dose of motivation to get what we want.
Breakfast tomorrow? You better believe I’m eating that cupcake.