Running has been the greatest ongoing experiment of finding out how little I can get by on and still survive. I’ve found myself buying less fitness gear, and fueling more simply the more years I run. I haven’t discussed food here for a while, so I figured today I’d talk about how my diet has evolved and simplified during this training cycle.
Mainly, I got tired of cooking and my tummy got tired of digesting. Typically, I look forward to meal planning and creative recipes, but this go round, I felt over it all. Maybe the extra miles and time commitment of training left me ready for simplicity in the kitchen. Maybe my body just required simple food in order to process the number of calories I was burning.
Either way, stuff that I used to eat all the time started disagreeing with me, and my motivation to cook waned. Accordingly, my diet evolved into mainly fruits and veggies. Perhaps I should say devolved, since fruits and veggies were my very first foods as an infant. Ok mom, you were right.
What does this look like in the grocery department? I start with my weekly farm produce delivery, then I shop for a crapton of bananas and soft, ripe fruit. (I’d like to formally thank DC Rainmaker for the crapton reference, as it’s my favorite word I’ve added to my vocabulary since reading his blog. I also know he’s super technical, so I totally trust his accurate use of crapton references.)
What does this look like in day to day life? Each morning, I pretty much sip green tea until I get hungry, then I eat a crapton (hee hee) of fruit until that gets boring, and by dinner, I eat a salad made of whatever needs to get eaten before next week’s farm delivery. If I’m extra hungry, I’ll throw in some avocado or seeds, because sometimes lettuce just won’t do.
Dates are my running food of choice, and yes, eventually they taste just as gross at that fifth GU gel I used to down near the end of my races. Nothing tastes as good at the end of a race as sitting down feels.
That’s it. There is no secret recipe, unless you count ‘more bananas’. When all else fails, I just eat more bananas. On that note, I think I’ll have a banana.