Somebody needs to tell Tom Brady and the Patriots to stop putting on a great show every Sunday, because I don't think my body can take it anymore! And what I mean by that is that my numero uno weakness in life is the availability of delicious food -- and all the great opportunities to consume large quantities of it. If you're one of the few poor souls who decides to follow this blog, well, food will be a prominent part of it.
In fact, I also hold the title for worst runner in the world. Yes, I am the runner who, in 2011 after finishing his first 5K since college, celebrated with a beer with his colleagues and then still felt famished after arriving home so went out again for a Big Mac. I'm also the guy who, last year, decided not to let the Chicago Marathon stop me from sampling Stan's Donuts the day before the race. Okay, three donuts. The big kind. In addition to my traditional pre-race Chipotle burrito bowl dinner. After the race, I rested for an hour in the hotel and then did what I like to do most. I ate three quarters of a small Gino's deep dish pizza. Come on, it's Chicago, right?
Look, some runners can live and train on McDonald's and get away with it. I am not one of those guys. I get it. The extra belly weight I'm carrying around prevents me from being a better runner and is generally not good for my health. There are plenty of reminders of this everyday from news articles, pharma companies, and the internet in general. Last year I did make an effort to try to manage my food consumption, and joined two different programs. By the end of the year, though, I realized that I just wasn't ready for it. I'll probably write more about those dietary experiences later.
Look, some runners can live and train on McDonald's and get away with it. I am not one of those guys. I get it. The extra belly weight I'm carrying around prevents me from being a better runner and is generally not good for my health. There are plenty of reminders of this everyday from news articles, pharma companies, and the internet in general. Last year I did make an effort to try to manage my food consumption, and joined two different programs. By the end of the year, though, I realized that I just wasn't ready for it. I'll probably write more about those dietary experiences later.
Which brings us back to the Patriots -- here we are on another Super Bowl Sunday and I'm about to sit back to hopefully watch Tom Brady win his record-making fifth Super Bowl ring, and heck ya, I'm gonna eat!
Pre-game snack plate, a Harry and David gift set from my favorite sister that I've been saving for this exact moment!
Game time meal, tacos! Go Pats!
Wow. If the food doesn't give me a heart attack, the game will. What a thrill to be a part of this moment in history! Way to go, Tom and team!
ReplyDeleteThat image of you at the top doesn't even look like you, dad, it's a bit scary and weird XD
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