Holiday Survival Guide

We’re bringing back an oldie, but goodie!  Our Holiday Survival Guide has 10 nutrition and running tips to get you through the Holiday Season and its festivities without slowing you down!

Whether you’re a seasoned athlete or an everyday Joe, the season from Thanksgiving through New Year’s can wreak havoc on the waistline – and more. Rod Dixon, LA Marathon Director of Training, and Matt Mahowald, LA Marathon Nutrition and Supplement Consultant, offer their tips for enjoying the holidays – and holiday menus – without sabotaging your diet, exercise or training routine.

  1. Never show up hungry to a holiday party or meal. Make sure you have a big breakfast and enjoy at least two good meals or snacks before the feast. This will minimize the amount of overeating. For instance, 12 almonds and an apple will help to quell your appetite so that when you get to that meal you don’t overeat.
  2. The most important item during the holiday season is water. Water helps your body synthesize carbs. It helps with the high and lows of blood sugar that come with desserts and sweets that we don’t normally have in our diet.
  3. If you are going to attend a holiday party and plan on drinking alcohol, consume a full eight to 10 ounces of water in addition to a beverage of your choice. This will minimize the amount of alcohol you drink.
  4. When eating appetizers or pot luck style, the best choices are vegetables, lean proteins and fruits. If you’re designated to bring a dish to a gathering, bring something that’s a healthy choice for yourself. You never know what’s going to be presented in front of you and you always want to have good options.
  5. Fill your plate modestly, and wait 30 minutes after you finish before going back for seconds. This will allow your blood sugar and insulin levels to adjust. You may find that you won’t really be hungry for that second plate.
  6. Treat dessert as a treat. Serve yourself a small portion, and stop there.
  7. A good cardiovascular workout for 2-3 days after your holiday will help deplete excess storage of carbs and fat that you picked up during the holiday.
  8. If it’s possible, throw in an extra two days of 30 minute cardiovascular activity. Remember that walking is just as good as a slow jog and easier on your body.
  9. Consistency is key to your exercise program. Don’t let the holidays derail you by missing too many days in a row of your routine. Don’t try to make up what you’ve missed by overtraining – just get back on your plan.
  10. Remember that it is a holiday, so do let yourself enjoy. The following day wake up and get right back on your food plan and exercise.

SOURCE: http://www.lamarathon.com/2011/12/holiday-survival-guide/

everytime

I really was worn out today and didn’t feel like running my 3 miles. I told myself I could do them tomorrow. Instead I dragged myself out with the dog and banged them out. I never regret going, but I always regret not going! It’s been true EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.

Do you speak running?

What languages do you speak?

If you’re reading this, it’s a safe bet that you speak English. Or at least American, which is like English only less so. Most common after that, I’m guessing, would be Spanish. Maybe you’re like me and can speak just enough French to suggest to someone that you all go to the beach, or to ask, “Where is my pencil?”

I know that RW Daily has readers in Germany, and elsewhere else in Europe, but I’m blanking on where, exactly. So there are some other languages represented.

It gradually dawned on me, though, that we all share a common language, beyond the one we learned growing up. We speak running.

Perhaps you aren’t aware of this. Maybe you dip in and out of this language over the course of a day, maybe even over the course of a single conversation, without even realizing it.

Skeptical? Try a little reading comprehension test. Show these conversational snippets to a friend who doesn’t run, then ask him or her to explain to you what they mean:

Person 1: “Are those Glycerins?”
Person 2: “No. Ghost 4’s.”
Person 1: “Nice. I’ve actually been thinking of trying Vibrams.”
Person 2: “If you’re interested in zero-drop, heck, just wear flats.”

Person 1: “I’m wiped. I just did three at 6:30
then eight by 400 with 200 recoveries.”
Person 2: “I thought you still had that ITB thing?”
Person 1: “I did, but I foam-rollered it and now it seems okay.”

Person 1: “How was your marathon?”
Person 2: “It was okay. I wanted to negative-split and run sub-three;
I went through the half in 1:32, but the wheels fell off
around 21 and I wound up doing a 3:12.”
Person 1: “Is that a PR?”
Person 2: “Yeah. But not a BQ.”

Person 1: “Are you doing Marine Corps this fall?”
Person 2: “No, it’s full.”
Person 1: “You could bandit.”
Person 2: “Nah, I’m gonna do Grandma’s in the summer
then maybe do a fall half.”

Probably your non-running friend will read those and then give you a blank stare. You may recognize this stare as the same one you see at parties when you talk about running with a stranger you’ve just met.

And that’s okay. Because I would understand what you were saying. I speak running, just like you do, and that’s a very cool thing.

Source: http://rwdaily.runnersworld.com/2011/12/do-you-speak-running.html

My Run On The Treadmill, As I Imagine The Girl Next to Me Imagines

Another Thought Catalog Gem:

By ANDREW LIPSTEIN

0:00. Look at him stretch. He stretches gracefully, as if he consumes every second with delight. But he stretches purposefully, as if he’s been here before. His running shorts says he enjoys freedom; their fade explains his passion. He must have run through rain and shine, through mountains and valleys. He must be a dominating force in bed. The sleeveless shirt. The biceps. He will be a caring father.

1:15. Look at him walk, warming up for the challenge ahead. He breathes in and out, and stares straight ahead, probably doing something responsible or outstanding with his mind. Like thinking about which state has the best public education system for young children, or what a sphere looks like inside out. Did he just look at me, and then pretend to be looking past me to the help desk? That is so subtle of him. Subtle, and yet calculating. He is a subtle, calculating man. Would I love to rip those headphones off of his head and scream as loudly as I can into his ear that I love how subtle and calculating he must be? Yes. The headphones. The headband. He will be a stern father.

7:19. Look at him run, bouncing up and down with fervor and complexity, with steam, like a cargo ship that sometimes enjoys reading Finnegan’s Wake on Sunday mornings. Is he mouthing the words of what he’s listening to? Is he absorbing the lyrics, absorbing the melody, letting it drive down through his ears to his heart to his fertile manbranch? He must be listening to the Arcade Fire album Funeral. Most people would have chosen Neon Bible or The Suburbs, but this Mr. Mysterious likes the epic dramatic sound of Funeral instead. Canadian indie rock. James Joyce. He will be a passionate father.

7:41. Look at him slowing down, taking a breather. Don’t want to wear out too soon. I like it. I love it. Is he nursing his right knee? Is this going to be a problem for this man who must rely on the physicality of existence to get by? Ha, ha. No, it will not. Look at that playful smirk stretching across his moist lips, teased by the salty droppings from his brow. He is sincerely letting his lips dance out of good humor for what is not an injury; for what is merely a minor setback in a breathtaking run inside of this very Gold’s Gymnasium. Salt. Smirk. $89 monthly membership fees. He will be a playful father.

9:14. Look at him speeding up. He is a gazelle. Of sex and kindness. He is a sex gazelle, grazing the pastures finding evil hyenas chewing carcasses of former friends. He is roaring at the hyenas, despite the fact gazelles hardlyroar. In fact they never do. He’s taking said carcasses to the starving gazelle youth of his tribe. He is turning his head in shame for doing such a just act. He is ashamed of his greatness. If they see my face, he thinks, they will think they should repay me, which no one should ever do. The only person who should repay me, he thinks, is me. His grammatical logic is faulty, but he is a sex gazelle. Pastures. The Robin Hood of Gazelles. Grammar. He will be a giving father.

14:31. Look at him at max speed, head in the air. He’s thriving on the speed, he’s thriving on the… his iPod just fell on the treadmill and got launched behind him. He’s looking to see if anyone saw before he gets it. We make eye contact. Awkward. Super awkward. He tries to smile but it just sort of looks like he has a facial tick. He says something but I can’t hear him because my headphones are clearly on. I say “What?” generously and take off my headphones, but he speaks too quietly and I can’t hear him so I just nod and sort of try to laugh. He fumbles to pick up the iPod. His motor skills leave much to be desired. He is sheepish. He handles uninviting situations like a dog with his tail in tow. He will never be the alpha male. He is the omega male, if such a category exists. Eye contact. Facial Ticks. Categories. He will fail at being a father. (He has failed at being a runner).

He’s never even heard of Finnegan’s Wake.

He prefers The Suburbs to Funeral because it is more recent.

If he was a gazelle he would make unspectacular, common gazelle noises.

It’s time to go home before 2 Broke Girls begins.

FINALLY

I got on the scale today and saw a number I was pleased with. I’m thrilled to be able to end the year looking the way I started it. I had my ups and down over 2011 with my weight (and other areas of my life), but I’m excited to end the year strong and dive head first into 2012.

I ate VERY well this weekend. I only had 1 small alcoholic drink and was too busy for any mindless eating. Despite my ankle that was hurting for NO REASON I knocked out my 11 mile run yesterday. I used my ankle wrap for the first time in a century and hobbled for my first mile before I decided to woman the fuck up and then felt much better. It was also great running weather. 50 degrees and overcast. I was never cold, but I never really broke a sweat either.

Not only I am happy with the scale, but I’m pretty happy with my body physically. I can clearly see that my belly is flattening out (again). I feel lean and sexy – which is a good thing considering the fact that I’m working on a post about my love life lately…

Running for Cookies

I ran a speedy 3 miles with my 4 legged personal trainer before heading off to a Christmas party/cookie exchange. DANGER. I indulged a bit, but I plan on distributing many of the sweet treats to people this weekend – including my hair dresser who is doing my hair tomorrow! 

It’s so easy to avoid bad things on my own, but throw me into a social setting and it’s harder to keep control. 

The old me would have said if I’m going to eat bad today then why bother running, but now I know it’s ALWAYS better to run regardless if you indulge.