My own private fat-ass

My week of veganism made me weak and unmotivated to the point that I woke up early Saturday morning (like 3am) literally sick with hunger, with a splitting headache. When my alarm went off at 5am, I turned it off, rolled over, and went back to sleep, missing the Capitol Forest Fat-Ass that I was looking forward to.

So, Saturday, I ate some meat, and some bread, and some yogurt, and it was so fucking delicious. Perhaps I'll write more about this, but for now, just let it be said that a week away from all those glorious things makes them taste better than I ever could have imagined.

Anyway, Sunday I decided to go to Tiger Mountain and do my own long run. Here's the geekery. It fully kicked my ass -- that was the hardest athletic thing I've done in a long time, despite how slow my time was. Much of it was under snow, so my legs are sore everywhere: all the stabilizing muscles are wrecked, in addition to the major muscles that I'd expect to be sore. There was a lot of steep climbing and steep downhill. The weather was good, though: no rain, low 40's. And it was so nice to be outdoors for so long with my only worries immediate ones: how much water I had, whether I should've turned left back at the top of that hill I just ran down (of course, I should have), when this snow would end, etc.