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Running with Grease

I’ve been doing a little personal research into what happens when you eat junk food and then run.   It’s not pretty.  About a week ago we had a potluck at the park.   We were standing around waiting for everyone to arrive and to pass the time we ate potato chips.   Lots of potato chips.   BBQ.  A good solid start. Sea Salt and Vinegar.  Chips that bite back.  Tomato and Basil.   Tastes like spaghetti.  I’m not sure I like them.  That didn’t stop me from eating quite a few.   More people arrived.  They brought more chips.  Doritos.  Cheetos.  I avoided these due to the good ol’ latent TB since I think technically they have cheese in them somewhere.   Tortilla chips.   We didn’t have any forks.   We used potato chips.    On top of the multi layer chip fest I added fried chicken and lemon bars.    The lemon bars were really good so I had two…or three.

Then we went for a two-mile run.    It hurt.  A lot.  I think I was sweating grease.   I told you it wasn’t pretty.  Two young and fit and cute runners tried to lap us.   They failed but it about killed me off.   I think we ran far enough to burn off the lemon bars.   The potato chips and fried chicken are still with me.

The fried chicken wasn’t even very good.  I bought it at the deli.   No comparison to the homemade fried chicken we’d had a week prior.  We were at the church campout.   Usually this involves lots of fun, friends, boats and sunshine.   This year it involved lots of fun, friends, tarps and rain.  I’m happy to report that our tent didn’t leak.   At one point in the deluge we had ten little girls lined up at picnic benches getting fancy manicures.  I did base coats.  My friend is a natural nail artist.  I particularly liked the pig.

After we cleared out the sparkles and polish remover the crew started getting dinner ready.   We were all hovering.  A tiny bit of sunshine broke out.  The food kept coming.  Oh happy day!  Sesame noodle salad, watermelon, homemade potato salad (only four ingredients…its fabulous), bread and fried chicken.   The chicken was not greasy.   It was a bit peppery.   This is why I like camping.   I ate a ton.   Quite wisely  I did not go running afterwards.

On Saturday I ran my very first 10K.  I had a decent plate of spaghetti the night before.  Good carb load.    We ran all six miles.   We came in last.   A group of walkers beat us.   This is becoming a pattern for me.   My mother-in-law reassured me that its a good thing to be a turtle.  Slow and steady may not win the race but she swears turtles finish every race they start.   I do have to say this slow six miles was easier than the potato chip two miles.

I was reminded of my father’s favorite bible verse –

Philippians 4:8

8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

It’s his favorite because whatever you put in is what comes out.   I feel like my own living parable.   Junk food in, cruddy run.  It may be fun to dish out  snarky comments and its tempting to jump into divisive gossip.    The outflow though of that kind of input is devastating.     It starts with a sluggish attitude.   Bitterness settles in.   Pretty soon despair is dogging your heals.    Wanna run a good race?   Think on what is good.   Avoid the grease.

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