I am learning to live like a normal person again, not a person training for a marathon.
I went to yoga class a few weeks ago, on a day that I had completed a long run. One of my classmates was impressed at my long distance feat.
“Runners are usually in the worst shape,” my yoga instructor told him.
He was flabbergasted, of course. But I knew what she was saying.
Running uses the same muscles, forgetting the others.
I can no longer touch my toes. I was eating like Michael Phelps. This was not a normal life.
I knew that if I continued to act like a runner without running, I would get fat, immediately. I have a voracious appetite, which was fine when I was burning an extra thousand calories a day. But now, I must make better choices.
I have started juicing again, because truthfully I do feel better when I eat better. I am trying to think of nutrition. I read a quote once that I can’t remember precisely, but it was something like, “taste is temporary, nutrition is forever.”
I have stopped drinking coffee milkshakes at the coffee shop. I work a shift and just drink coffee now, or an almond milk latte. It’s very dull, sure, but I don’t feel terrible after finishing it. Sometimes my heart races, and I’ve noticed that it’s always after eating sugar. So I can still have donuts, but only once a week. Moderation. A hard word for a person of excess, like me. I was excessively exercising, excessively eating. Now I must tame myself, live like the reasonable person I am becoming, rather than the savage beast I once was.
I am reteaching myself to touch my toes. I tried to do a chin up at the park the other day and couldn’t even get close. I am going to start lifting weights again. It’s time to diversify and try new things. It’s time to rebrand.