Sorry, Body

Logged: 7 miles
Race Countdown: 54 days

This is an apology letter to my body. Dear body, sorry I didn't love you so.

This past week was definitely a testament to the fact that mental and physical health are linked. Many things are stressing me out - looming thesis deadlines, lack of post-grad plans, broken laptop (fixed today, thank god!), arguments, general down-and-out things, etc. etc. etc. I must admit that I am guilty of stress eating and basically resorted to an all-carb + sugar diet. Because who needs a career when you have chocolate?

Well, my body has decided to fight back! Its weapons of choice? Sore muscles and narcolepsy. Chronic fatigue is awfully unpleasant, especially when I am already sleeping well past my morning alarm. My 7-mile run today was more strenuous than it should have been. I could hear my body yelling the entire time.

Isn't it convenient that both joy and frustration can be used as an excuse to break out the ben & jerry's you secretly stashed in the freezer? Or maybe that's just me. In any case, I have resolved to return to a healthy, gluttony-free diet for the next 2 months of training. It would probably be a good idea to avoid future arguments like this if my body and I are going to coexist for the entire 13.1 miles.

Yesterday I spent 2.5 hours (yes, that's how long it takes me to thoroughly walk every aisle of Trader Joe's and Whole Foods) grocery shopping. It was glorious - more so for my body, less so for my wallet. Good food is and always will be the one thing I never hesitate to splurge on. It's just worth it. Bring on the fiber and protein!