Last week, I posted about how I discovered that not gorging myself on chocolate at night seemed to help my training. I probably shouldn't have done that, because almost as soon as I posted it, I started not following my own advice.
Monday night, I pounded some chocolate, and, predictably, Tuesday I hit snooze until it was nearly time for me to leave for work, even though I was supposed to do my favorite workout of the week, a bike trainer/run combo. Since Kari had been intrigued by my less chocolate = better workouts idea, I immediately texted her to tell her how much I'd failed at life. That's how blogging works. People who were once strangers on the internet that happened to write a blog that I enjoyed reading are now BFFs that I text before I even get my coffee.
Luckily, she'd apparently followed my advice (even though I couldn't) and was able to write a whole post about it. That's two of us, so I'm pretty sure my scientific research is ready to be published (in some sort of peer reviewed medical journal, not just on blogs).
Any time I get sucked into that snooze button mentality, I'm always lying in bed thinking "Oh, I'll just workout at night. I'll have a ton of energy then. It was be AWESOME". It continues to seem like a good idea until around 10am. Then, somewhere around one or two it starts to lose its appeal, and continues to decline until by the time I get in the car to leave work, it seems like the absolute worst thing ever.
After a fabulous 2.5 hours of afternoon meetings (who DOESN'T love meetings??), I returned to my classroom and say I'd gotten this email.
Immediately, I mentally canceled my workout and decided to hit Red Robin on my way home and focus all my energy on getting every tiny little bit of oreo out of the cup in my Forever Lazy. Such a dedicated athlete, I am.
Then I read the fine print and saw it was "with purchase, dine in only", and realized it was a no go. I could never fully enjoy the shake surrounded by people, awkwardly eating a veggie burger. Milkshakes are meant to be eaten with a spoon while watching TV on the couch.
The takeaway of this long drawn out story - I was forced to actually workout after work, and, as usual, as soon as I got started, I was glad I did. Plus, thanks to the trainer, I can simultaneously train for a Half Ironman and work on my masters degree. Sounds so much more impressive than "read an article on the stationary bike".
An hour on the bike trainer, followed by 3.5 miles of running. I even kept talking myself out of the run on the trainer, but somehow it happened.
I didn't eat any chocolate Tuesday night (mainly because I ate it all on Monday) so I was sorely disappointed when I wasn't able to excitedly leap out of bed Wednesday morning. That really pokes a hole in my theory. I did a five mile run, and a 9:30 pace felt hard, so now I'm panicking about the marathon this weekend. Naturally.
Do you work out in the evening? How do you get motivation and energy after being at work all day?