It’s been a few months.
June 11 – Something You Are Doing
aka. Post 11 of Those 30 Posts in June Blog-Every-Day Posts
To say that I’ve been a little scattered when it comes to my cross-training is the understatement of the year.
See, I’ve got this marathon happening in November and in order to run it and still be standing at the end I’ve realized that I need to strike a better balance in my fitness life: dozens upon dozens of klicks is great, sure, but I’ve spent the last couple years dealing with dozens upon dozens of aches, pains, and setbacks that are mostly related to overtraining, undertraining, or imbalances in my training.
I need to do more strength training, really… is what it comes down to.
But life is busy. I have great intentions, and so I look at my available time and fitting in thirty minutes a day to lift weights or do squats or put a few spins on the stationary bike, all of it means carving something else out of that life and leaving it on the floor until (at least) November. And that’s fine. Expected. But kinda like saying I’m going to cut five hundred calories out of my diet each day and, oh look, see how easy it is to lose twenty pounds. That easy.
Uhh… not easy. Easier said than done.
My plan to fix this is simply to make more time. I figure there are a couple ways of doing this. The first option with the most benefit for the most people is to slow the rotation of the Earth so that the length of the day expands by about thirty minutes. Everyone gets a few extra minutes to fit in something they want to do, and me, I can fit in my cross training. And if that doesn’t work, plan B is to set my alarm and wake up thirty minutes earlier each day. Not as big of a payoff for everyone, but… y’know… there’s an app for that.
I’ve set up a bit of schedule for my found time: it’s a mix of strength training for core, upper body, lower body, and then some quality time with bike blended in for good measure… all at five-thirty in the morning. It will either make me stronger or more tired, or both, but I’m banking on the stronger.
Sometimes your body needs a break… and it’s taking it if you want it to or not.
This is my “I’m sick of being sick” face. You can’t see it, but believe me: I’m glowering at the computer monitor right now. Groan. So, short story: Apparently I ran that half marathon eight days ago with the start of a flu. Sorry if I infected you. I didn’t figure it out myself for about 36 hours, at which point I passed out and broke into a two-day-long fever followed by a non-stop coughing fit that has turned into bronchitis. I’m almost better now –just almost– a week later, but I think my new years resolution for 2017 is going to be “don’t get sick for the first six weeks of the year.”
It sounds ridiculously stubborn, but admitting I was ill enough to take some sick days… from both work and running.
I learned that willpower is sometimes found in strange places.
I don’t know what it’s called but probably something about having a never ending cold and feeling like you want to go back to bed.
If sick days count, then last week. *cough* *cough* aaaaaah-choo!
These days: a dry, hacking cough that I can’t seem to shake.
I’ve been migrating to a daily breakfast of oatmeal… but for time-reasons I ate cold cereal this morning. My heart is broken beyond despair.
How not to start the new year? How about with a head cold on the long weekend. #norunningtoday
Or, five tasty things I drink to escape the cool, refreshing icy-death grip that soda has on my life.
I fight to drink enough water.
I have great intentions and I know the benefits, but as a guy who –up until about five years ago– got most of his fluids from sugary beverages, switching to simple water has been one of the most challenging aspects of this fitness journey. Soda, pop, cola, fountain drinks… whatever you call them, they may not be the general pariah that drugs or smoking or numerous other addictions have been so labelled. Yet prying them out of your diet fully, completely & forever seems –to me, at least– to be a daily and conscious effort.
Thus, I’ve been experimenting with finding a satisfying substitute for a cold glass of pop.
And that’s the key really: satisfying. Because while it may seem like a first-world problem and a trivial factor, there are folks like me who understand that while rationally accepting water as the ideal replacement for soda is fine, there are moments of weakness when rationality is toppled to the ground by the raw, insatiable need for something nostalgic and emotional. Sweetness triggers the emotional side of quenching thirst. It invigorates memories of youth and fun and innocence. Plus, pop is conveniently sold around every corner of my life, in the vending machine a few dozens steps from my desk, and every time I go to buy lunch someone asks if I’d like a can of something with that. I say no thanks, but drinking fewer calories suddenly, abruptly, painfully becomes a real effort. In other words, addiction is a helluva-thing.
And to top it off, water is swell, but it doesn’t have that emotional kick to replace the big soda-shaped hole in my life.
I’ve been working with a few options to keep myself hydrated despite my irrational snobbery of plain old H20…
Eating more fruits and veg may seem like a no-brainer, but when you work in an office building and the nearest grocery store is eight blocks away, fresh produce is either rare or something that is expensively purchased piece-by-piece from a convenience store.
a snack and some fluid wrapped into one
Actually, there is a little fresh lunch market that’s about a five minute walk from my desk, and occasionally I’ll wander over there and buy what should be called The Most Expensive Fruit Cup in the World® which ends up costing me about four dollars for a little plastic beaker of chopped fruit, which I squirrel back to my chair and munch on. It’s a snack and some subtle hydration wrapped into one.
I’ve heard mixed analysis of this: y’know, that anything with caffeine is a diuretic… that it makes you pee more and so negates the hydration effect of what you’re aiming for by drinking it in the first place. But then I’ve also read that you need to make that tea pretty strong to create a real reverse drag on your hydration with caffeine, so… shrug.
as weak as thirty-year old computer nerd
The thing is that I’m a morning coffee drinker, so once I get through my morning Joe, I’m much more apt to turn to tea to get me through the rest of the day. My wife is a tea drinker, and having spent almost two decades with her I’ve learned to drink tea in her style: as weak as thirty-year old computer nerd. Actually, it’s a bit stronger than I’m implying, but it’s hardly the stand-up strong of English-style tea. In effect, it’s hot flavoured water.
3. Diluted Sports Drinks
a lightly flavoured watery brew
We’ve all heard that sports drinks are pretty much salty, sweat-flavoured soda, so I will eagerly admit that drinking these is not an ideal replacement for water. However, as I’ve learned with much experimentation, there is a sweet-spot (so to speak) in the mix-your-own powdered variety. This is the point to where you can dilute it to about one-tenth to one-fifth the recommended concentration (I just eyeball it so I can’t provide a more accurate measure) and the result is a lightly flavoured watery brew that (for soda junkies like me) is more palatable that plain water but only has about 25-50 calories per litre.
Mathematically speaking, it’s cheaper and probably fewer calories than a convenience store banana, at least.
4. Electrolyte Tabs
I’ve recently discovered a new favourite product to assist with this effort (so you just know I’m waiting to find the website that tells me these things are evil somehow!) I’m not trying to endorse anything here, but I’ve been using NUUN tabs for a few months at the rate of about 5 per week. These are unsweetened, very low calorie electrolyte tablets that dissolve in plain water and –all other electrolyte-positive health claims aside– give the water a nice mild flavour that it’s sweet but which has been encouraging me to drink a lot more fluid.
they sell three flavours in the sports store in the mall
The problem with these is more to do with availability and price. They sell just three flavours in the sports store in the mall near my office, and I’m getting pretty bored of them. Plus, the price works out to about sixty cents per tab, which is not quite coffee-expensive, but it can still really start to add up.
5. Lots of Ice
If all else fails, I’ve found the thing that almost —almost— makes boring old water palatable for me: ice. Lots and lots and lots of ice. Really, almost more ice than water, and often with a few drops of lemon juice from one of those little plastic yellow lemon juice shooters.
almost more ice than water
Icy cold water has a distinctly refreshing feel that I will tolerate long enough to get through the better part of a big glass. Not cold. Icy, dripping condensation from the glass, freeze your tongue icy. The problem is more one of convenience then, really, because I don’t really have easy access to lots of ice at work — or when out and about — or when travelling — or when running… unless, of course, I stick my face in a snowbank.
The Emotional Side of Quenching
I get that after reading this many of you are shrugging it off and thinking “just drink water, man!”
But that’s the thing. There is an emotional component to many things: I don’t dislike water, I just have a mild addiction to flavoured drinks because they trigger a flush of good feelings in my brain. I know water is the preferable choice, and I also know I need to keep myself hydrated… but that soda jerk on my back doesn’t care.