The time I decided to eat a donut before an interval workout

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March 5, 2014 by Amy B

This post could also be titled, I’m such a dumbass.

A crappy day led to a trip to the bakery (because Fat Tuesday, hello) and me nibbling on this bad boy while I was waiting for The Husband to get home so I could go and get a run in. And not just any run, but an interval workout.

What could possibly go wrong?

I set my Garmin up to do the following:

I’m kind of guessing at the 5K pace, but based on the last one I’ve done (recently), this is probably about right. I also tried to figure in for doing this on snow-covered roads in less than ideal conditions and shoes. I think I was pretty much spot on.

By the time Scott got home I was all worked up in a rage fueled by nagging children, HFCS, and general weather-induced malaise. This is not a good recipe for anything, especially running.

I had stomach cramps as soon as I hit START on my watch. I decided to give it a little time to see if they’d go away. I put in the first interval. Time was pretty much right on (8:38 pace) but man, I felt like shit and was noticing how NOT WARM it was and how it was getting colder as the sun went down.

8:59 and 9:08 and 9:36 followed before I decided to give up, a total of about 2.3 miles, way short of the 4.0 I had planned for the day.

Spent the rest of the evening cramped up in the fetal position on the sofa. I’m such a fool sometimes.

Kids, let this be a lesson to you. No matter how hungry you are, if you’re going out to run at almost puke-inducing speeds, just put down the donut. The end.