I had a couple of great runs the last couple of days, and while that may have been mostly due to the cooler weather I couldn’t help wondering if part of it had to do with the fact that I’ve been skipping my daily weight checks this week.
I never thought about this before because stepping on the scale is such a regular (and seemingly necessary) part of my postfat life. But the reality is that when I see a higher number than I expect, that often drags me down when I run.
I’ve always interpreted this as, “Well, of course I’m having a bad run, I’m toting around an extra (fill in the blank) number of pounds.” But is it really true that an extra 2-3 pounds would have such a dramatic effect – or is it more likely the psychological baggage that drags me down?
All I know is, when I tackled yesterday’s fast middle segment of a 4-mile tempo run en route to pick up the car at the school, I felt unencumbered and ready to go. And I shaved a minute off the 1.5 mile stretch that I monitor for time.