Running on Fair Day

Running has taught me many things: I can do it if I put my mind to it, pain is overrated, and self control, among others. Today I practiced self control. I live in the stunning metropolis of Dallas, and every Fall, the State Fair of Texas parks itself in our backyard. I make a pilgrimage to the Fair every year to partake in a fried food bonanza. I leave the Fair every year sick to my stomach, regretting all of the delicious fried goodness I ate. I usually lay on the couch until it is late enough for me to crawl into bed where I toss and turn and groan all night. Fair day is a great day! This year, Fair day fell on a running day. While I didn't walk around all day worried about my food choices, I subconsciously limited my fried food intake. I had the fried cheese curds (one of my faves), the fried buffalo chicken in a flapjack (disappointing, threw half of it away in the trash), and only had bites of everything else fried: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Hostess Ding Dong, Hostess Twinkie, green bean, funnel cake, and s'mores. I didn't even drink a beer this year. And I came home tonight and ran 4 miles at a pretty good pace. Finished in 42 minutes even. I guess that means a fried Twinkie is better fuel than a just a regular Twinkie! Miles logged: 4