I definitely run better earlier in the day rather than later. It was cooler today and I knew 8 minutes into my run that I would finish the entire 20 minutes. When the 20 minutes were up I ran one extra minute just to make this my longest run yet.
I was breathing fine and my legs didn't feel like they weighed 40 pounds each. Hey wait...they probably actually weigh more than that. Oh well...the point is - I wasn't dragging like yesterday. Interestingly all I had for breakfast (an hour before I ran) was 1/2 a bagel and 2 cups of coffee.
It feels so good though - to know it's behind me - that I did it - which translates to this is the first time I've embarked on an exercise program and kept it up for this long (6 weeks so far) in a very, very long time. A funny thing I've noticed too...my appetite isn't as voracious as it normally is. I had thought that when you exercise more - you want to eat more. But the opposite has been true for me. I just seem to be satisfied with less. Maybe the whole smaller plate thing is finally making a dent. My eyes may be adjusting to smaller amounts perhaps.
Still - the weight is staying the same (in fact it has even gone up a pound) and that is messing with my head. Big time. Okay....I know the whole thing about muscle weighing more than fat...and I've posted numerous comments on fellow bloggers sites telling them not to sweat the numbers on the scale....but now it's hitting home and I'm puzzled.
I'll admit - I am not watching what I eat religiously. but like I said - I am eating less than I used to. I guess I figured now that I'm exercising regularly and at a higher intensity than I have in ages....that I could fudge on the eating part. Still people! I should be losing something!!
Has anyone had any experience like this when they started running? Will I eventually make some headway here?
Okay - regarding the pic of the rooster.....
Every morning for that past few weeks - at about 5:30 - my neighbor's two roosters meander over to my front yard (right under my bedroom window) and crow...and crow...and crow! It's driving me crazy! For some reason they've decided that they like my front yard and they hang out here all the time. Which doesn't bother me (I'm a country gal at heart) but 5:30 in the morning? So today I go out for my run and there is one of them on top of the car!
Hubby says we'll be having chicken for dinner one night soon. (No way - I can't eat anything I've met.) As for talking to the neighbor....he's an old fellow, not doing too well so I'm willing to let it be. I mean, I've survived his goats eating my flowers, his pigs tearing up my lawn and even the Emu that used to come around now and then. I guess I can handle the roosters.
Besides - in contrast - living next to him is MUCH more enjoyable than having Mr. Imanass for a neighbor down at the lake. Now him I'd let hubby cook for dinner. As long as I got to be the one who poked the fork in him to see if he was done.