I’m only slightly cranky to be out of my routines this week. Coach is gallivanting, and I am left to fend for myself for working out and other assorted entertainment.
I decided to move my morning runs to lunchtime to avoid the bore of lifting weights alone. I would rather run in the morning, but I have to admit it’s nice to head out without a headlamp for awhile and be able to see where I’m going.
I’m still trying to tweak my calorie intake. I think I’ve gone a little overboard because eating for fuel instead of eating for sustenance is a different strategy and makes me really hungry all the time. Coach says that’s good and normal – that the furnace is working and doing its job. Whatever. I’m starving – constantly. Today I got hunger pains in mile 3 of my run. Weird.
But the underlying happiness makes me feel all warm and cuddly. I’m being nourished from the inside out, and I do believe I’m glowing. Is it the bee pollen?