"I'm On a Diet"

I think the one thing about training for a marathon that is harder than kicking your butt to go workout everyday is eating healthy, so that when you finally get your rear-end out the door you don't want to vomit ten minutes into your run. We all have weaknesses, and mine is my sweet tooth. One of these days I will conquer it all the way, but I have not experienced that day so far. I am also gluten-intollerant, so eating bread, pasta, pizza, and any baked good you can think of will suck the energy from my body for about ten times longer than sugar ever could. After four days at home for thanksgiving I definitely felt the effects of the junk food I had eaten.

Kal and I ran four miles on Monday. It was really nice to have my running partner back, but we both felt pretty tired. Kal hadn't eaten all day, because he had classes. I had eaten right before we ran and was still recovering from a 12-hour drive back to Rexburg the day before. Our time was still under 34 minutes, despite feeling lesser than usual.

When we got back from our run we sat at the kitchen table drinking water to rehydrate. My roommate, Shazaam, offered Kal a fruit snack and he raised his eyebrows at her with the response, "I'm on a diet." I had to laugh. If only we were always that dedicated to the marathon diet. I know that more than one of us has slipped up big time on the "marathon diet." I really am no expert on dieting, but I do know that I need to work on the whole disipline thing. If only food with sugar in it didn't taste so dang amazing. That would solve this problem entirely.