So the plan today was to hit the last run of Week 3 of C25K at about 11:30; the sweet spot of my workday, when I can get a run in before the Rec Center gets busy (there's actually a whole different blog post I can write about my overall gym weirdness and insecurity... but that is another story), and get cleaned up and back to my office in time to grab a quick lunch before I get too hangry. Naturally, shit went south on a ticket (I work in IT, there are tickets, there are always tickets, the tickets never end, i'm probably accumulating tickets right now) and I knew I wasn't going to get to the gym until after 1pm. Now, I didn't want to eat anything substantial that close to a workout, as experience has taught me that is where ACID BURPS and THE TUMMY TROUBLES are forged. That's when I took another longing glance over at the two boxes of Kwik Trip donuts one of my coworkers had brought that morning.
Now, while I appreciate the generosity, in my mind I think of those particular gas station donuts as "trash pastries", because while they at first seem like a great idea and a nice cheat snack, in the end they always make me feel like hot garbage. Hunger won out in the end, as well as the memory that I had just heard a body builder mention that his go-to pre-workout snack was a Pop Tart, because it was a quick hit of carbs and sugar that didn't sit too heavy. So I happily munched away at a "Chocolate Dunker" (I did, once again, chuckle at the box of 'Kreme Dreams' sitting next to them, though) while finishing up a repair and then headed off to the gym.
Once again, i'll write up a post about my gym insecurities later, but the Chocolate Dunker was a surprise hit for the workout. The extra sugar boost made me feel like I could just keep going after my abusive C25K coach said "Time's up!". I should add, though, that i felt every single ounce of that donut in my stomach while running, up until about the halfway point.
Maybe the also unfortunately named "Glazer" would be a better choice in the future.
Comments
Post a Comment