Cross-Training, Running, And Pizza

I’m trying very hard to keep up with all aspects of my 10k training program.  The runs are actually the easy part–I actually look forward to them, and I enjoy the way I feel after I do them.  Crazy, right?! This from a girl who swore just 3 months ago that she’d never run. 😉

Doing the “other” stuff on the training program is more challenging.  Yesterday was a cross-training day, but by the time I got home from DS#1’s baseball game and had dinner, I was feeling unmotivated.  However, reading a post by Christie at Path for the Half motivated me to get off my ass and I went for a 3 mile bike ride.

So, progress!

Speaking of dinner, let’s talk about it.  I try not to talk about food too much, because I don’t want it to be that important in my life, but tonight I want to talk about…pizza.  God, I hate pizza. I don’t hate it because I think it’s the most awful tasting thing in the world (in my life, that award goes to orange roughy).  I can tolerate the taste if I have to.  I hate it because the taste is never, ever worth all the fat, calories, and Weight Watchers points that it costs.

Most of the time, I refuse to eat pizza…I have been known to sit in a room full of people, watching them eat pizza, while I drink a glass of water. (Pizza parties are, sadly, common at my work.)  But it happens that I live in a household with three males who absolutely love the stuff, so unless I want to starve or cook (and I dislike both of those things), I do, sometimes, have to eat pizza.

This has been especially true lately, since we’ve had a lot of baseball games and my husband never seems to be organized enough to plan dinner around the games.  {eyeroll} We got pizza last night, for the second time in a week. Ugh.  Last time, when my husband said he was going to the pizza place after the game, I asked him to get me “something healthy.”  To me, that meant a salad.  To him, it meant a thin-crust veggie pizza. {sigh} At least he knew to leave off the feta cheese! I did eat it, but it just felt very “heavy,” with lots of cheese and too many olives, and my stomach was very upset afterwards. (It has been a long time since I had pizza!)

Last night, I ended up doing the ordering.  I could’ve gotten a salad, but I just wasn’t in the salad mood.  So, this time, I made some special requests: I asked for half the cheese, a sprinkling of the olives, and still no feta. (You should have heard the lady who took the order…”Really? You only want half the cheese? And no feta??”)  This is what it looked like:

It wasn’t spectacular, but it was better than the last one.  I like the thin crust much better than the regular, but it’s still pretty high in points, and unfortunately, it still upset my stomach.  God only knows what would happen if I ate a slice of plain old cheese and pepperoni!

So, after my second foray into the world of pizza in a week, I woke up this morning at 5:40am for my normal Thursday run.  I was very motivated for this one–if nothing else, I wanted to work off the pizza!  I decided that if I could do a sub-10 minute run for 3 miles, with all the obstacles I had to overcome on Monday, there was no reason I couldn’t do a sub-10 for an easy two-miler. And I did!

It was tough in spots, but it felt really good afterwards.  And I even got a surprise visit…

He should look nervous if he doesn’t stay away from my garden. 😛

I’m really starting to enjoy these early mornings, before the rest of the world is awake.  One of my family members will probably be having me admitted to a hospital shortly. 😉

Though it was tough, I did force myself to do my weight-training tonight.

I used to really love the weight-training, back when I first started doing it 12 years ago.  Now it just seems like such a hassle–three reps of every exercise, and having to switch out weights and move things around.  That’s the nice thing about running…you just put your shoes on, and you go!

And finally, my day ended on a very good note…I can’t remember if I told the story about how I put a hole in the pool liner last fall (surprised my husband didn’t divorce me back then), or the resulting challenges my husband encountered in trying to order all the stuff needed to protect the new liner from a repeat of my stupidity.  I had hoped he’d have it in by Memorial Day (when it was 92 degrees), but the cards were not in our favor.  After two weeks of waiting, a lot of rain, and some tense moments when I was sure I would have to buy a new pool…

Hooray!!  Let summer begin!!

Thanks for reading!