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au workout: can u say malnourished?

April 9, 2012 (Afternoon)

Exercise Type: Run

Weather: low 60s, partly cloudy, couple rain drops

Comments:
I forgot how un-filling salad is. That was my lunch. Its passover, so options are limited. All I had today was some kosher breakfast cake that left more more hungry than b4 (at 6:30), chicken caesar salad without dressing (forgot) at lunch, and a kosher power bar (that was murky green!) at 3. I was starving by 10 without my mid-morning cereal, hungry after lunch without my mid-afternoon snack, and starving by 4. That combined with sleep-depravation. Passover kept me up late all week-end. I am nearly 20 hours behind on sleep (with 10 hours being my average needed amount of sleep, you can see how much my sleep cycle got effected). But I naively thought it was no big deal, I got plenty of protein from the bits of chicken, and just had to push myself and my focus would eventually make me forget my hunger. ... Yeah right! I'm so stupid. Suffice to say I didn't have the strength for today - perhaps mentally, but physically I was completely drained.

8x400
After what felt like rather slow striders, I began the work-out determined.
The first few were strong, despite my legs feeling slow. I guess I ran those in the 70s/80s.
The weekness crept up on my and by the time I was on #4, all hope for "my focus to make me forget my hunger" was lost. I tried to lift my knees back up, even tried anthony's reminder to use my arms, but to no avail. Picking up the pace, swing my arms - all that required me to straighten my back, lift my head, and with it, my chest. Every attempt sent my lungs screaming. The pangs at the bottom of my lungs transformed into a steady pain that prevented the adequate amount of oxygen required to run the pace desired for this work out. I tried taking a deep breath, I tried taking in more air, which triggered a familiar panic. Walking the 100m recovery was all I could do to maintain some semblance of calm to complete the work-out.
I tried to find my rythm in my stride, in my breathing, but my lungs continued to scream out in protest. Crossing the finish line, i found myself completely giving up even a trudge cool-down jog for a regretful walk. I tried to straighten my back, even arch it a little, to stretch my lungs - wasn't gunna work... I was now half-way thru and i checked in with Anthony as requested. He ask me how I was feeling - "my legs feel slow and my lungs aren't working." He asked me how many I thought I could/should/wanted to do - "I have no idea." I was too tired to think, I just wanted someone to tell me what to do, I didnt even care. I felt like a zombie - feeling dead, the only pain coming from my lungs. Initially set on doing 10, I was now down to 8.
I got thru the rest set on simply sticking with the pack. That didnt happen. But I did manage to get thru it. And I did try. I really did. Despite my ugly performance... And another thing to be satisfied about - I pushed myself to a decently strong pace on the last one. But that left my hurting more than ever. I had to force myself to keep walking afterward. Jogging didnt come anytime soon...
Eventually setting back off for school, I didn't even start jogging until I reached the street. The dizziness hightened, a headache formed across my temple/browline. I was utterly miserable. And feeling incredibly stupid. I wanted to collapse onto the imaginary bed on the sidewalk and dig in below my ribs to clutch the bottom of my lungs.

I now realize how little food I really did eat today. No vegetables, or even fruit, and hardly any carbs at all. I can def tell u that i'm not making a stingy lunch tomorrow...