Today’s workout consisted of two eight-minute runs with a five-minute walk between. My feet and left leg/calf were still a little sore from Wednesday’s run in the new shoes, but by the time we finished, I was loosened up. I think it may just take several runs for my feet and leg muscles to get used to the difference in shoes. Because of the raised heel, I tend to land more on the ball of my foot rather than the heel, which — I think — is the idea.
So, I’m doing OK with the actual running. However, I do have a bone to pick with my metabolism.
I weigh myself once a week at work to get points for our worksite wellness program (which is awesome, by the way; with all the rewards I earn in a year, it’s enough to pay for nearly half of my gym membership!). Anyway, that means I usually have a pretty good idea of my weight. It may not be where I want it, but — by golly — it is consistent. Usually within two or three ounces up or down. However, since I started running (a mere five weeks ago), I have gained three solid pounds. Three. Don’t-think-it’s-water-weight-because-it-didn’t-go-down-the-next-week. POUNDS.
Obviously, three pounds is not THAT MUCH. But, when you’ve basically tripled your weekly activity level (before, I was doing Zumba once a week … most of the time), seeing a HIGHER number on the scale is a big let-down. And, I haven’t really changed my diet at all. I wasn’t doing anything special before, and I’m still doing nothing.
I’ve seen some minor changes — more definition, less jiggle — and I know I feel better, but this is really ticking me off.