There’s no sense in me keeping it a secret because a) I suck at it and b) I’ve told some people already because of a.
So it is written. So it shall be…barring injuries and such, of course.
But right now I’m training for my eighth half mary. Definitely Scotiabank, but could do Island Girl and maybe Goodlife before it moves to the spring next year. Maybe all three for an even 10? Who knows!
But right now I’m also fighting the good fight, as per the usual. Raging a battle with the inner demons.
Or all of the above?
I can eat well for my three meals a day, seven days of the week. I pack a lunch EVERY DARN DAY and hate going out for dinner. I’m pretty anal about eating lean meats and veggies at every meal and I’m not so big on starchy things like breads and pasta anymore because of the crampy, bloated feeling they give me.
But what the heck is up with the baked treats? They make me pay in almost the EXACT same way and I end up feeling like a giant sack of ass for the rest of the day for that fleeting feeling of…well, whatever it is that cake does to you.
Is it euphoria? Cakegasms? Sugar-highs? Pastry paradise?
What the eff is so great about baked goods? Seriously?
The short answer - NOTHING.
And what’s so great about running? Well, even though it can wreck your body if you’re not careful, there’s definitely a high from it and there’s a HUGE pay-off in the end (without adding anything TO my rear-end in the process if we avoid cake) with the sense of accomplishment, the finisher’s medal, the glory, the high-fives, the Americano at the end…
Really, the cake always loses in this race, no?
So I’ll be wearing a bib in the spring for a fall, but it won’t be for eating cake, my friends. But that race sure will be the icing on my running career, eh?