So I found something else that motivates me into my running shoes like no other: eating.
Those vegan cookies from Trader Joe’s might be tasty-delicious morsels of soft-cookie wonderfulness, but while they lack butter and eggs, they certainly to do not lack caloric content. So when six of them are enjoyed within a half-hour period, it’s easy to imagine just where on my tummy they are going to settle, and that feeling alone jetted me out the door on a 70 minute run.
Also a weakness of mine is pizza, particularly when I’m at a house party where I don’t know many people and I’m the designated driver. While the rest of the party dance-danced away on table tops and talked loudly with each other, I was standing alone in the kitchen with a giant cheese pizza in front of me (they must have been the most un-hungry group of tipsy party goers I had ever seen). I ate plenty of greasy-goodness, and woke up the next morning with an urge to run that was unshakeable until I’d hit the pavement for two hours.
Which was sort of an accident, really. See the next post.
And see this post at Student Stuff, which highlights a photo essay I did using Photo Booth.