My cat was performing the hokey-pokey on my face this morning, the feline variation. Put your left foot in (PastaQueen’s eye), put your left foot out (on her neck), put your left foot in (her ear) and shake your tail in her face. Since I was up anyway, I decided to try running/walking in the morning.
One of the things I learned is that it’s cold in the morning! I suppose the earth cools off overnight and in the morning it’s still preheating the oven to whatever the high temperature will be for the day. However, this does not stop some trail denizens from running around like they’re in Miami Beach. I was running around with twice the insulation on my body as these people in their shorts and sleeveless shirts and I was still chilly in my jacket and track pants. I may be on the South Beach diet, but at least I realize I don’t actually live there.
Second, if you go walking/running four and half miles in the morning, you shouldn’t be surprised when you eat your normal breakfast plus all your snacks for the day before lunch and still want to chew on the corner of your desk. I felt like I’d forgotten to fill up my gas tank before a cross country trip. If I start doing this regularly I’m definitely going to be eating a bigger breakfast. Chickens beware, I’m coming for your eggs.
Third, I don’t know if it was the running or the not eating enough in the morning or the raspberry vodka my brother brought over last night as an apology for eating my last piece of salmon (or perhaps a combination of all three), but I got really tired right around 3:00pm. It was like the old days when I ate poorly and always got the afternoon munchies. I did some stretches to try and get my blood going, which helped a little. But mostly it just reminded me of how much better I feel now that I eat healthy.