Fact: Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.
Fact: I’m usually hungry pretty much as soon as I get up.
Fact: The time I go in to work alternates from week to week.
Fact: The alternating of what time I wake up/eat really throws me off for the rest of the day if I’m not careful. (i.e. watch your fingers at either lunch or about 3:30 in the afternoon)
Anyhoo… rewind to my trip to Madison with Megan. Being as how we seemed to form a friendship that stemmed from our love of discussing food on our blogs, it’s not much of a stretch for us to discuss it on a regular basis. Yesterday we discussed croissants. And fudge.
Anyhoo again… Megan suggested I try eating breakfast at work. At first I pooh poohed the idea. Not eat within 20 minutes of getting up? Are you crazy??? Do you want heads to roll?
Then I thought about it. On my weeks where I’m in the office SUPER early (7:30), maybe I could try it. Sadly, this means my options for breakfast are a bit more limited. But hot damn, Megan is a smart chick. Even if my peanut butter bread got way too stuck together. *shrug*
Sure, I felt odd skipping breakfast in the middle of my morning routine at home. But my “I’m so hungry” feeling seems to be more of a habit than actual hunger. Because it subsided.
And I wasn’t ready to eat my arm off by the time lunch came around. Good thing, too- a catering rep dropped off some free lunch for us kids that she works with on a regular basis. And I would have been embarrassed if I just dug in face first.
Does anyone else eat in the office? Or do you eat as soon as you get up?
Or do you not eat breakfast at all? And if you don’t eat breakfast, how do you not go through the morning in a serious rage? I don’t understand…
So that worked out. Or at least “Day 1″ did. We’ll see how the rest of the week goes.
Another new thing in my Monday routine? A longer run than the usual 4-milers I had been pulling. First the extra mile on my Wednesday workouts and now this? Was I drinking when coming up with my half marathon training plan?
The answer to that is “no”, by the way. I remember what was going through my head- the need to be more aggressive in my training.
And that’s fine. But it seems I forgot that mindset when I looked at my plan this morning and said “oh geez- 5 miles? What have I done?!?!”
It wasn’t bad. I had no issue securing a treadmill and spent the last couple miles of my run being amused by the boyfriend who was clearly dragged to the gym by his girlfriend who was doing her thing on the elliptical. He was bored and wandering aimlessly. Homeboy even tried to jump rope.
Homeboy can’t jump rope.
Either way, the run was less of an ordeal than I originally anticipated. 5 miles at an 8:36 pace.
That deserved wine in my opinion. And since my opinion is what matters, I had wine.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pretend like it’s not the crappiest day of the week and enjoy my coffee.