ten days of eating nothing but junk has finally caught up to me. this morning's intervals were very tough. as in, i had to take multiple breaks from shampooing afterwards b/c my arms were tired. my arms? yes, that's right. multiple? yes, that's right (more than three). and why? how could i be that calorie deficient? i've been doing nothing but eating! take yesterday: a cup of cereal, an entire bowl of beef curry with rice, a smoothie, a carrot, an entire tub of plain yogurt with at least half a box of quaker squares cereal.

anyways, at least i know i pushed myself. my right calf felt really tight throughout. halfway thru, i realized i wasn't tucking my pelvis under, so that gave me something to focus on (at tournaments, my lower back gets sore...i think i need to stop arching it when i run). afterwards, i all but fell down the stairs into the toilet, and there i sat for a good half hour, holding my head and sweating into my towel. my stomach hurt. it still hurts.

logistics: 27 min run, 90s intervals of 9 km/h vs 14.5 km/h, a bit more than 5k. 1 incline as always. i guess some of the pain is jetlag, some is eating, some is water. left to my own devices, i would've opted for the 25 min 5k, but it's good that we (jon and i) pushed for this. if you can get thru it, it's good that you tried it, right? victory is victory. and it feels good to destroy yourself every once in a while. nothing like a workout to remind me to eat/sleep/drink more healthy. how's that for ending on a note of pep?