Powering Down

Do you know what happens after you gorge yourself on pizza (actually, I did stop when my stomach was full--not the "I'm gonna puke my stomach is full," but the "If I eat that last bite I'm gonna be at the 'I'm gonna puke my stomach is so full' stage") then polish it all off with a couple handfuls of Skittles ("Taste the rainbow of fruit flavor"....wow, I didn't realize that marketing worked so well....I still remember that....amazing)? You feel your sick body saying, "I'm powering down...."

But I know what the cure is for that: you put your running shoes on.

I read that once, in a book on marathon training, when you don't feel like running, you just put your running shoes on, then go outside to see what the neighbors are doing, then take a little walk down the street, then before you know it--you're off and running.

Thus, the cure for Powering Down is to put your running shoes on.

So, I'd better go put my running shoes on and get to the gym before it's completely full of men and I feel that oddness of being the only white female in the entire building. I'll try to not smash my middle finger with the weights this time; that always looks a little funny, when you smash your middle finger, can't bend it to a closed position like the rest, and it stands, throbbing and red at full attention for all to see. Wow, what a great run-on sentence.

Off I go, to put my running shoes on (I think 20 miles just might burn off all that luscious pizza I just consumed, then I'll need to do an extra 5 for all the Skittles). Maybe if I hurry, I can burn it all off before it goes into "storage."