Curse you cheese dip!!

I am starting this blog because I think about so many things when I run/bike/swim, and I want to have them stored somewhere in case anyone is curious about my mini-adventure.

Today was supposed to be a 20 mi bike ride with Steve, but last night was a late one with foods I should probably have avoided. This cheese dip with meat and salsa just begged to be tasted, and the cursed stuff was full of some, as of yet undefined, substance which interferes with all brain function associated with appetite control. It helped in no way at all that it was paired with corn chips (delicious little bastards)! Needless to say, I woke up with a food hangover. If you've never experienced this, don't try. I could taste the salt from the previous evening's indulgence, and I felt like I would never stop feeling thirsty.

After getting through the morning, Steve and I managed to play some racquetball together, and it made me feel much better. I also went for a 3 mi run tonight with Steve and Pepe, who is a great little runner (just keep it at 3 miles). On my run, I started singing to myself, and I settled on "Let it be". I couldn't have come up with a better mantra for the day if I'd sat for hours. As I repeated the phrase, it seemed to address my failing. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be . . .