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April 18, 2012 / badangelrunning

Bad Angel Rule #75

Don’t Skip Breakfast.

I live by this rule more than your average bear, and for good reason. Allow me to explain.

Years ago, I was living in upstate New York and beginning to dabble in running (see also: Maggie’s Origin Story). One lovely Sunday morning in June, I woke up early, went for a short jog, quickly showered and headed off to church. Without breakfast. About 10 minutes into the sitting/standing/kneeling circus act of Catholic mass, I collapsed like a pile of bricks into the pew. I awoke in the lap of some kind woman who said she was a nurse as dozens of parishioners gawked at me. Minutes later, I was being hoisted onto a stretcher, wheeled out of the church and into an ambulance — my first and only such ride to date. Talk about an overreaction. Turns out, I just needed something to eat and drink.

So you’d think I would’ve learned my lesson after that, right?

Weeeeeeeell, a couple years later, I decided to skip breakfast before hitting the gym one morning. About five minutes into my run, I started feeling a little woozy. I went to turn the speed down and then BAM! Passed out. On the moving treadmill. When I came to, there were two trainers hovering over me, including Cory, who taught my beloved circuit class. As they helped me up to a sitting position, Cory asked, “Did you eat anything this morning?” “No,” I answered sheepishly, knowing full well this was the problem. He gave me some fruit snacks and water, and I marveled at my lack of injuries. I really could’ve effed myself up on that fall, but only my pride was damaged that morning.

And so it came to be that I will never skip breakfast before a run again.

But what to eat? Lemme break it down.

Protein + carbs = success. Whole wheat toast with peanut butter and a drizzle of honey is my go-to, take-it-to-the-bank pre-run breakfast. I’ve also found success with Luna bars; scrambled eggs, toast and a slice of bacon; and oatmeal. Things that DON’T work for me? Orange juice, high-fiber fruits, dairy. Everyone’s different, though.

Don’t overeat. For runs under an hour, one slice of PB toast is enough; anything over an hour, and I’ll have two. Basically, eat enough so you’re not starving, but not so much that you can’t move. (Note to self: Start employing this strategy for after running as well — instead of shoving food in my face until I want to explode).

Give yourself time to digest. No shoving that last bite in as you step out the door, or you might be throwing up that bite in about two minutes. I find 30-45 minutes is long enough to let the foot settle and absorb to give you the energy you need.

Figure out what works and stick with it. Once you find a winning combo (or two), stick with them through thick and thin. If you’re traveling for a race, BYOBreakfast. Now is not the time to experiment.

What’s your go-to pre-run breakfast, Angels? — Mags

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  1. thetortoiseruns / Apr 18 2012 10:55 am

    I never eat before running, but I literally run first thing in the morning. Like 5am, 4am first thing. If I’m going to be out for a 1.5 hours or more I’ll bring a gel or two or five. I’ve run on an empty stomach since I started and it works for me but I know many people who can’t contemplate it. I just don’t often have an active appetite til later in the morning (like 7… is that late for normal people? I can’t tell anymore).

  2. Missy / Apr 18 2012 1:04 pm

    Oh man. I relate to this more than I want to admit. PB whole wheat toast was my go-to pre-run food as well. It was like magic….combine it with some honey gel for long runs, and I was golden. Let me be clear. I have run exactly one marathon. One. The training leading up to it, and the cool down after cover the entire span of my life’s running career. I really HATE to run. As a youngster, I chose defensive positions in soccer so I could avoid running the field. So that marathon was my shot at glory. And the BYOBreakfast was where my glory fell asunder. I brought all the necessary ingredients to San Diego, and just as I drifted to sleep on marathon-eve, Paul and I had a brief discussion about who would PB my toast. I awoke, excitedly, the next dark morning, grabbed the sandwich baggie, and hopped the bus to the start line. Sitting with my team, I pulled out my breakfast, only to find that apparently, Paul and I had not agreed on who would PB my toast…for it was poor, naked, bread. I don’t have to tell you what happened next, and for the following 5 hours. It was hell. To this day, I swear I will do another marathon…just to prove the glory of PB toast!

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