***WARNING, this is a very boring, detailed recap, really for my own (confessional) benefit, feel free to skip it.***
Monday I woke up at 5 so I could drive back from Arkansas. With the time it took to pick up my daughter, I was on the road about eight hours. Food for the day: a half dozen of the best cream-filled (and chocolate covered cream filled) donuts on the planet, and probably little else.
Tuesday, on very little sleep, I did P90X on an empty stomach, then ran just under six miles (half those were very hilly) (yes, I did eat before I went out). My total net calories that day 687 (78% carbs, 13% fat).
Wednesday-P90X but no other exercise at all. I ate very poorly because my husband had surgery. Net calories 954 (60% carbs, 24% fat).
Thursday-I ran 4 miles, swam (well, splashed around back and forth in the pool is more like it) 300 yards (yes, I know-pathetic...but at least I didn't drown!!) and walked 1.5 miles later in the day. I was 124 calories over for the day (70% carbs, 17% fat).
Friday-I ran 4 miles, biked 9.5, splashed around in the pool 400 yards and did a LAME "Zumba"-wanna-be class. Net calories-........... (insert long drawn out internal struggle here...tell, don't tell, blah blah blah) 71 (seriously, I don't know if the calories I burn are correct or not, who knows, but it was 65% carbs and 27% fat).
Saturday-I ran 10 GREAT miles (that's what I wanted to sit down and write about, until I read THIS). I don't think I really logged all my calories that day because I'm not showing that I even ate any dinner (and, no I can't remember), but what I did log was a net of 304 for the day (63% carbs, 32% fat!!).
And, finally, Sunday-I didn't do any exercise at all and ate a total of 1358 calories (50% carbs, 34% fat!).
I don't think I've probably had half the water I "should" have this week, and there's no way I've gotten 7-8 hours of sleep each night.
*****Long, boring, detailed confessional concluded******
I woke up this morning, (after a fitful 5 hours of sleep) VERY upset with myself for not getting in a work out yesterday. I wanted to run a couple of recovery miles (it was unbelievably cold and windy), I wanted to swim...okay, I thought about swimming (I went to the movies instead), I briefly considered doing P90X when we got home from the movies, but the fam and I put a (VERY HARD) puzzle together and waited for the great Alabama blizzard of 2011 to hit. I was laying there replaying the week and trying to understand my less than sunny mood, when I read today's post on Run Like a Mother regarding over-training.
She had me hooked the fourth sentence in, "I was exhausted, in a crappy mood, especially snappy with my kids, overwhelmed with work and life." (Bold type is mine, although my husband and daughter would bold the "especially snappy" part.)
The whole time I was reading I kept thinking, "I can't be over-trained." ...Until I got to the little test at the end. I scored a whopping 7 (unless buttered popcorn counts as "dinner"). Chances are really high I didn't score above an 11 all week. If you read the post, you can't help but to see my comment as it's second in the list. I considered just sitting on this valuable information, and even more strongly considered NOT sharing it with my husband. I don't need to hear how I'm doing to much. But, the truth of the matter is, although I refuse to believe I'm "over-trained", I am under-rested.
I printed out the "test" to use as a guide. Also, I'm going to plan on making a meal plan in addition to my work-out plan. I don't want to cut back my training, but I will step up my rest!!
Thanks for stopping in....I think I'll try to go take a nap now! :D