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Whole 30 Day 6: Kill All the Things but still running

Day 6

It’s a good thing Stephen is hunting. Frankie is hiding out under the bed.

and I’m hoping to sleep all day so I can escape the misery. The sunshine has the audacity to shine today after 9 days of rain and I’m madder than a wet bee (a bee stings… a hen is a pansy) in a sandstorm. This is beyond ridiculous and I think there is a lot of truth to the phrase “fat, dumb, and happy”, because “skinny and pissed” doesn’t sound like a ride on the pleasant train.

It’s a good thing I found this little piece of knowledge, otherwise I would go run off the closest cliff and the Sunshine Camp for Rainbow Farting Unicorns would be on its own.

What to Expect on the Whole 30. (very useful to read BEFORE attempting to change your life by taking away all the things the body loves like cupcakes and pancakes and anything with “cake” except rice cakes.)

Day 4 dawns and you tentatively step out of bed, expecting to feel like you took a strike from Thor’s hammer in the temple. Instead, your head is surprisingly clear. Your limbs all feel functional. This could be a good day! You walk into the kitchen and as you’re greeted by the smiling face of your significant other you are suddenly overcome…with the desire to punch them in the face for smiling this early in the morning.  Congratulations! You’ve made it to day 4.

Now, I have no clue why this phase happens, or why it happens here (and not on, say, day 14).* I just know that it happens. Often. Even experienced Whole30ers (myself included) go through this phase.  Every nerve is lit, temperance is non-existent and the only solution to the problem seems to be to Kill All of the Things.

I ate stuff. It was whole 30. And I don’t care to post it. My head hurts worse than ever and everything is red.

Day 6 in a few hours.

Running Recap Jan 15-19

However, I’m still running although this week felt like a week long trip through mud. Every muscle hurt, my head hurt, my feet hurt, everything just felt super sensitive no matter if it was on the treadmill or road.

Monday: 3 miles

Tuesday: 3 miles

Wednesday: 4 miles

Thursday: rest

Friday: 2 miles

Saturday: 3 miles. It was all I could do because my brain would not stop jumping around. I couldn’t get in the rhythm. I couldn’t relax. I kept getting mad at everything and honestly felt a little psychotic at times. I quit after 3 and took a nap.

Whole 30 Day 5: Breaking up is hard to do
Pecan crusted Salmon