At day #3 I have already reached a turning point. If I’m going to do this I can’t half ass it…and I certainly cannot indulge in anymore restaurant week prix fixes. You would think that when I saw the dessert section of the menu that had a peach cobbler-ish option or what was literally called the MJ “fat-boy” Chocolate Cake I would not opt for the latter, but you would be wrong. With each savory bit of chocolate I realized that if we are what we eat I don’t think I want to be cake. So just as I will stick to a physical training plan, beginning tomorrow I will also stick to my TBD runners menu.
Don’t let the above fool you. I have not broken the chain. Just as Jerry promised, there is something extremely gratifying about marking a red X on the calendar and watching the chain grow. However, since I’m not yet the type to wake up at an ungodly hour to get my run out of the way, I was forced to succumb to a midnight run. It was short and anything but sweet, leaving me with the feeling my run tomorrow will be much better.
Overall, I have realized that since I am not Michael Phelps, who is capable of downing a Big Mac while simultaneously achieving gold medal status in nearly every event he encounters, I will no longer have my cake and eat it too. eat smart. train smart. ((i’m learning))
What I’m running to (day# 3): Can you take me-Third Eye Blind
Fueled by Endorphins 