It's been 5 weeks since the Chicago Marathon.
5 weeks that have been filled with gluttonous, sloth-like behavior on my part.
In those weeks, my mind has lost all sense of ENERGY IN=ENERGY OUT.
I have indulged in more then my share of sweet delights.
Lost quite a bit of muscle, and sadly some of my endurance.
I've also managed to pack on some poundage.
Whoops, think it may be time to hit the reset button.
Since today is Monday, I thought that there wouldn't be a better time to head to my gym to sweat it out doing this circuit workout.
Yup, that made me sweat off the chocolate croissants...
gourmet turkey burger...
almond joys and kit kats...
and the zero amount of produce I consumed this weekend.
Last week in a failed attempt to prove to myself that I haven't lost an ounce of fitness since the marathon, I decided to run 50 miles in 5 days.
2 of those days hosted 12 mile runs,
both of which sucked out all of my energy,
and left me a wee bit sore.
As much as I have been telling myself that I'm still in marathon shape,
it's time to let out the truth...
if I tried to run a marathon today,
I would probably come close to dropping dead,
and my husband would be pushing me around in a wheelchair afterwards.
That would not be cute.
So yes, it happened...
and it happens to all of us post peak race.
But I'm not too worried,
and I know that it'll eventually come back.
For now my fitness will just be hibernating,
hanging out underneath all of those layers of sugary blob that I've been packing on.
Since today is Monday,
I'm going to start fresh.
Maybe have a few less pieces of candy this week,
eat a bit more produce,
and try to not let the seams on my pants bust while bending over.