So if you’ve been living under a rock you didn’t know that the North
East got hit by Nemo. It was rough but I get by with a little help from
Some beers. Left Hand Milk Stout. My absolute favorite beer and
favorite recovery drink.
I celebrated the snow day with Casey. This is what the streets looked
like in our hood. It was rough out there. We got a little crazy.
Impromptu pub crawl anyone?
I made snow angels… in the streets. NBD.
The storm was rough. But with another beer we made it. It was
an interesting weekend here in Boston since Nemo made his
Things your friends should tell you.
There are a few things you friends should always tell
you. And if they aren’t….
Your boyfriend is a douche bag.
Some friends might kill me for posting John Mayer but come on! If my
friend was dating this guy, I’d say “your boyfriend is hot but
he’s putting his eggs in a lot of people’s baskets. If you catch my drift.”
Honesty is the best policy.
Sushi is a bad idea on a night when you plan to booze.
Especially if it includes an entire beer tower.
Taste good going down.
Not so much coming up.
You will get so depressed when you train for a marathon. There will be
days that you wake up and think you gained 20lbs over night. You will
cry. You will be moody. You will not feel like running for weeks on end.
You will feel gross. Fat. Out of shape. This all sounds crazy but it’s
what my mind has been going through for a few weeks and it’s been
rough. I couldn’t get out my own head. So instead of trying to beat the
rut, I sat in it. I drank and ate bad food. This in turn made it worse. Way
worse. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. You’re own head can be
your biggest enemy.
I needed to stop having serious amounts of self-pity. So today I went out.
The best way I knew how.
I ran a very slow 3 miles. I had to dodge bodies on the nonexistent sidewalks
since they were not plowed or taken care of at all. But the point was that
sometimes you have to find how to get out of the rut. I’ve been researching
if something is wrong with me and if my hormones were crazy. Nope.
Apparently it’s just what can happen to you when you do insane workouts.
More people should write about this because I legit thought I was
going crazy. Maybe I am? But I’m going to keep running. Not because
I have to but because I want to. I love running. Running is my John Mayer.
Dangerous. Addictive. And can be a real douche bag sometimes. But like
Katy Perry, I can’t get enough of him no matter how many times we break up.
Question: Have you ever had running induced depression?
Or workout induced depression?