T-minus nine days till the half-marathon.
And I am SO stoked. I ran eight miles this morning, and I FINALLY GOT IT RIGHT. No blisters on my insteps. The cure, for me, is three-fold, all thanks to tips from y’all:
1. Smartwool socks. I can’t believe I wasn’t using them before. They’re only single layer, but they feel awesome, and they’re wool. What’s not to like?
2. 2nd Skin blister band-aids. I know they’re not band-aids, but you get the picture. I’ve used them before, many times, but they usually skid around too much to be effective.
3. Duct tape. Specifically, over the 2nd skin and all the way around, so that I taped the tape to itself on top of my foot. Also, this particular duct tape is pink, and I might have stolen it from a bar after a performer left it behind (they were so long gone! And it made a great bracelet! I’m still twenty years old!), so I think it just works better.
Also, I just felt great. I ran probably ninety percent of the time, which is WAY up from my recent pathetic attempts at running that turn into a half-walk half-run shamble about half-way through.
I attribute this to food.
I’m trying something new, my friends. No sugar.
I KNOW! It’s horrifying! Avert your eyes if you must, I totally understand. There’s something on cuteoverload that you should probably see instead.
For those of you still reading (you brave souls), I’ll Biden it for you: No sugar. You heard me. Let me say it again. No sugar.
Oh, lord have mercy.
I’ve just been feeling so dang crappy lately. All the time. For the last two months I’ve had an almost constant nagging headache that flares into a migraine every ten days or so. I’m exhausted to the point I’m reminded of when I had mono in college. I’ve been to the doctor, it’s not a tumor. I just put it down to working a hell of a lot, both at the j.o.b. and at the writing, but I think I was wrong.
I have always known I had a problem with sugar, but (also in the last few months) it became a monster I couldn’t control. I thought about sugary things all the time. And you’d think I’d be okay, since I’m allergic to soy lecithin, and that rules out eighty percent of all things good, but you’d be surprised at what I found to sugar myself up with. Sweetened condensed milk. Brownies from TJ’s. All-natural ice cream. I craved sushi everyday, and I’m convinced it was about the white rice (I like how I put that in the past tense. I always crave sushi. Crave it right now).
Carrots, for the love of god. That was the breaking point, actually, three days ago. I’d torn the house apart, looking for anything sweet, and realized there was nothing sweet that I wasn’t allergic to. So I ate carrots, which I don’t even usually like, and felt temporarily better.
Then I crashed with the headache again. Ask Lala, I haven’t been very pleasant to be around lately.
Two days ago I stopped eating sugar. Last night I made brown and wild rice with broccoli and chicken with tomatoes and mozarella cheese (recipe from the Sonoma Diet cookbook). This morning I ate 10-grain hot cereal from Bob’s Red Mill (I used a drizzle of honey because otherwise, it’s just noxious, but that’s the only small amount of processed sugar I’m allowing myself).
Then I went for the run, and dudes, I ran! (I ran so far away…. you’re welcome) I kept running. I felt seriously great. I still feel great. I haven’t had a headache in two days.
I’m not saying this is the cure, and I’m not saying I’m going quiet into that good night. There may be a tantrum or two coming up. But it’s worth a shot. No refined sugar for a month, low-carbs, lots of whole grains, and we’ll see how I feel after that. But if this is how I feel after two days, well, then. Hi. Nice to meet you, energy. Sit a spell.
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