I can’t explain to you how much fun having a Fantasy Football team is. I loved watching football before, but now I have something at stake with every game that’s played. There’s no money involved, just bragging rights, but it’s fun to talk smack and beat your opponent every week.
The only downside to football is the food that it’s associated with pizza, wings, and beer. And chips. And just plain old junk. Don’t worry, I didn’t eat any of that.
How about a 99% fat free turkey burger with 3 bean salad wrapped in lettuce with avocado?
Army 10 miler update:
I’m contemplating giving up my bib for this race. It’s not that I don’t think I can do it, it’s that I don’t really want to. I missed a lot of running time this week due to severely annoying allergies, a lot of paperwork that kept me at my desk through lunch, traffic, and 85-90+ degree weather that kept me from running after work. I know, excuses excuses, but honestly I’m OK with it. I made sure to get out and walk at least 3 miles every day, so I feel OK physically. If I can’t get in a good amount of miles this week, I’ll have to pass.
What about you—is it worth running a race if you’re not excited about it?
The only reason I ever started running races was because I loved doing it. I could never get enough of that feeling of exhilaration, but now all I feel is frustration and anxiety. Why force it?