Endorphin addiction

That's my self-diagnosis. Still got too much lactic acid in my legs to make it nearly impossible to run, but I've been itching to do some physical activity. My upper body feels fine, so I ended up doing a several 10-rep sets of pull-ups and some crunches. Just enough to alleviate some guilt about the red velvet cup cake, two slices of cheesecake and some chocolate cake I had while watching The Biggest Loser.

I think I've also read that eating produces endorphins. I dread the day I lose my physical capacities. Going to thank God for good health and make sure I use it while I have it.

I Did It!

I managed to stay away from running for one entire week! Yep, that's big news for me. Along the way, I managed to make up for most of my calorie deficit the last few months of training...seriously. As I blog, I just finished off a pan of brownies Sara made tonight after dinner. I decided to go down this week in a blaze of glory and try to enjoy every sinful culinary delight and for the most part, I think I've succeeded.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to not do anything active. It's not that I don't enjoy vegging. I really do. I've entertained the idea of gaining lots of weight and then try to compete on The Biggest Loser. After this week, I don't think I could even if I tried. I feel really sick, and all I got from that was three pounds. I was hoping for about five.

Tomorrow, it's back to business. I won't be logging many miles on my feet, but even though I haven't run since last Sunday, I managed to do some pretty good spin sessions at the hotel. If I can do three or four Tabata intervals for each session followed by weights, I'll be in pretty decent shape.