the Born to Run Diet

As I've mentioned before, I am reading Born to a pace of about 1 page per week.   I began reading it this past January, and am about 3/4 of the way through it.

Anyone jealous of my speed-reading skills? Maybe I should trash running and start blogging about my reading training instead.  "Today was pretty good, I hit about 20 pages in 2 hours and 30 minutes.  That's 1.3 chapters in metric terms.  I ate one Gu, and a milkshake.  I wore my green Costco sweatpants and managed to complete the session chafe free." 

Oh, blogging about running is so dorky. 

This book, compelling in so many ways, does it's fair share of very gentle and subtle preaching about the "best" way to run.  It leads and guides you to the discovery that barefoot running (or minimalist running, avoiding a heel strike) is the way to improve speed, agility, and banish injuries once and for all.

It also leads and guides you to the conclusion that vegetarian (and maybe even vegan or raw) eating is key for a strong, elite runner. 

One example is Scott Jurek, ultra-marathon runner sensation, who saw his energy and performance grow stronger and stronger as he focused on a vegan diet focused on plants, fruit, and whole grains.

Scott Jurek

Another example is the Tarahumara, a native American tribe in Northwestern Mexico who are known to be long-distance running phenomenons.  They eat little more than chia and pinole (ground corn). 

The last example is the author of the book, Christopher McDougall, who started eating salads for breakfast before runs and found himself stronger, and naturally, lighter than ever.

All, of course, on top of weeks of, I don't know, 150 miles or more.

I was reading this thinking, "I love plants.  I already haven't tasted meat in almost 2 years.  It would feel so great to follow this native, naturey, minimalist eating plan and shun the Standard American Diet."

And then it struck me that while it sounds like an athletic and disciplined approach to becoming the best runner one can be, in real life, this diet would peg me as severely disordered and underweight.

Seriously guys.  This regimen in the book describes my college self perfectly.

Running 100 miles a week: check
Eating a diet based on plants, fruit, and whole grains: check
Avoiding white flours and sugars: check

What was the result.

Was I being heralded for my athleticism?

Was my trim, ethiopian-like body leading to a lightness that made me run as fast as the wind?

ha. haha.

No.  I was told to eat a burger.  I was told to eat a sandwich.  I was told, through the tears of my sister, to get help.

That's me on the right.  This was about 3 months after my first marathon, 22 years old.

This may be hard to believe, but I was eating in the range of 1800-2200 calories every day.  I was running 10-15 miles every day.   I was 22.   And all that food was "healthy" -- vegetables, fruit, popcorn, frozen yogurt, whole grain cereal and bread.

You know what else?  I was not unhappy.  People see someone underweight and think there must be a sadness hidden underneath that thin layer of skin. 

I felt great, every day.  I was so in love with running. Reaching for an apple instead of a candy bar was never a hard choice.  It was a simple time for me -- the hardest part was trying to make people leave me alone.

Cute hip bone, psycho.  21 years old.

Obviously, I can look at these pictures now and recognize why people were concerned.  But I can still freshly remember what it felt like to be in that head, to know I was skinny, but to feel really, really good.

So now what?

Now, I more or less follow a Standard American Diet -- full of daily pieces of candy (snickers, whoppers, donuts and lollypops find me at work every day), pizza, cheetos and chips of all varieties, extra salt and sugar in everything.  All in order to run 80 miles a week, and look like this.

Healthier looking, but no Deena Kastor

I've spent nearly 5 years training myself to "understand" that in order to run as much as I do, I need to (or get to) eat a bit excessive.  I'm in the 2500-3000 calorie range almost every day.  I don't think I could do it any other way now that I am in the delicious habit of eating 3 dinners.

So what am I to think of this running wisdom, that it is to my benefit to be a twiggy little Tarahumara man?

Scott Jurek and a Tarahumara man

Well....what do YOU think?  Is the book spouting elite athletic wisdom, to eat a vegan and limited calorie diet on heavy miles? Or is it a recipe for a scarily underweight runner?

I have to say that many of the top runners probably would strike us as sickeningly skinny if we saw them in our every day lives.  I know Skinnyrunner just posted about her date with Kara Goucher, and she couldn't help notice how tiny tiny she was.   But they have doctors approval that they are in good health.  Is skinny the new healthy for runners?

Redwoods and Costumes

Exactly one week ago, I was letting my legs chill out prior to the Grape Stomp Half Marathon on a peaceful day in the middle of a bunch of redwood trees.

That face makes me laugh, and swoon.  Sister and baby Gemma

the crew.  I made exactly 8 Fern Gully jokes.

We spent way more time staring at stuff like banana slugs than walking.  It was a gentle and beautiful walk.

Gemma's blanket is there so she doesn't disintegrate the Baby Bjorn with her drool

I ducked in to prove that Gemma and I are best friends

Memorial Park.  The only way I can describe where it is, is to explain that I drove through Woodside and La Honda to get there.   It is slightly inland from Pescadero.

Not too much to share on the running front.  I may or may not be running a half-marathon next Sunday in San Mateo.  I'll be checking the weather and my body, then probably make a decision by Wednesday.

Who has big Halloween plans? I'll be doing my usual whiny, "I'm not paying big bucks for something I only wear once," which is also to say that Halloween is not my holiday.  I think I dressed up for it once out of the past 10 years.

If I can't have an AWESOME costume, then I don't want any costume at all.  And since I'm not creative enough to have an awesome costume, I usually don't dress up.

If money was a non-issue and if I enjoyed dressing up, my dream costumes would be:

Jareth, the Goblin King from the Labyrinth
this kid's got the right idea
laser cats from SNL
I'm so angry they stole my idea
And I love this one.  From Parks and Rec, a sumo wrestler who lost weight.

I'm Gonna Start A Riot

Have you heard about what's going on in Oakland?

If you live in the Bay Area, I know you have.  If you live out of state, they are probably just referring to it as "Occupy Oakland protests in California and related Police Brutality."  If you live in my apartment, you have heard helicopters swarming non-stop for about 40 hours.

I don't think it is wise to bring politics into this sweet little blog.

But it is my platform, and this is where I like to vent.  See: here, and here (near the end).

I will say little, so know that I have much more thoughts on the topic....

My thoughts:

I fucking love police.  I love them.  I would never choose to live in a country without them.  I am terrified of imagining my city without them.

Police have one of the hardest occupations I can imagine.  Dangerous, thankless, and constant high-stress situations. 

Really think about what your city, state, or country would be like without them. 

So I respect cops.  I don't throw bottles at them.  I don't throw paint at them.  I don't provoke them or resist them when they are pointing a stun gun at me.  I don't refuse to leave Frank Ogawa Plaza when they demand I stop camping there after numerous days of allowing me to do so, because my uncivilized nastiness has left a trail of crap that only a power-clean can fix, all in the name of hating banks (not cops), and then taking it on cops (because I hate banks.  And rich people.  Which cops are not). 

No, I don't suffer from a history of racial profiling.  This surely makes it easier to respect and love cops.  But for Kelly Clarkson's not expect me to have any sympathy for someone's injuries from tear gas and rubber bullets because they didn't have the two brain cells needed to know that you don't aggravate cops.

People get so lost in their beliefs.  If you want to fight your fight about being one of the 99%, then don't squat in a meaningless plaza in Oakland.  And don't piss off a cop who is just doing their job in keeping the city clean and safe. 

So. That's that. 

I was notified that these three purty pictures were ripe and ready for $878 each.

finish line.  Really glad I wore cotton to show off my sweat marks.  Who knew my right shoulder worked so much harder?

Also really glad I rocked my cute 1990's Britney mid-riff  

Pretty course, right?

If you dare to air your political thoughts: what are they?  Why is everyone in my facebook feed APPALLED at the behavior of the police?  Am I the only one APPALLED by the behavior of the non-peaceful protestors?

Livermore Grape Stomp Half Marathon Recap

OK, let's do this race recap for real.

  • Overall: 13th place of 328.
  • Women: 2nd place of 180.
  • Age Group, women 20-29: 1st place of 41.
  • Official Chip Time: 1:28:35

Accidentally trippy picture of the start

Before the Race

I woke up at 6:34 after a splendid night consisting of thoughtful neighbors smoking and talking about realllly important stuff right outside our apartment window between 1:00 a.m. and 3:30 a.m.

I wasn't hungry at all, but I ate 5 caffeinated Gu chomps (we didn't have coffee on hand and I needed caffeine know why.  Wait maybe you don't.  It was so I would quickly empty my bowels).

I had a few swigs of cherry juice as well, and then pocketed 6 dates for the road/race.  We left the house at 7:00, and arrived at Robertson Park in Livermore at 7:35.

I used the park bathroom instead of a port-o-potty, which was awesome because the line of 20 girls for one stall all got to stand inside the hut and listen to the one person use the restroom.  Super conducive to a good bowel movement.

The start area

I left those parameters and headed towards the starting area with about 8 minutes til 8:00 a.m.  It was surprisingly chilly (about 52 degrees).  Sesa spotted me, and I had been looking forward to meeting her that morning so I was truly excited to have a brief chat.  She is beautiful (and forever 21...lucky genes) and her blog-voice is refreshingly funny and candid.  And she had a heckuva good race yesterday. 

I snuck up to the front of the chute.  For like the third time this year, I had the impression that I would be in the top 3 women based on the stats from the year prior -- which showed the 2010 1st place female at about 1:30.  But then, also for like the third time this year, apparently several other woman looked at last years stats and saw they could win the thing, so they showed up too.  Get outta my non-elite races, you fast girls!

(Just kidding.  1st or 2nd place woman really means nothing to me.  I just care about my performance.  For real).

During The Race

So we started.  And for some reason I was crazy relaxed.  Too relaxed.  I usually shoot out and get a really fast first mile...but I was just like "whatevs, I'll relax now and run fast later."  My first mile was indeed slower than my first mile has been in a while for a half marathon.

non-blurry version of the same pic

Mile 1: 6:29

We were running on a bike path.  It was brisk out, but not too cold.   I was running in a pack of dudes, and they were all running like asswads.  There were some serious fights over who got to hug the curves, some were cutting the curves, and all were getting wayyyy way too close for comfort to me in order to draft or whatever these stupid idiots do.  Cummon, I'm running a 6:29 mile here! Not elite! Stop drafting like you're important.

One woman was clearly up ahead, and I recognized her as the woman who placed behind me in See Jane Run -- with her pace today, she had been training hard!  I wasn't even considering trying to catch her (note: she went on to finish exactly 2 minutes ahead of me.  I should have tried to catch her.) 

Not something I thought I would say, but I regret not going out faster, where it was flat and downhill -- should have banked an extra minute on the first 3 miles.   I think that method has worked for me in the past.  But I'm glad I expiremented with going out a little more reserved.

Another woman was in my vicinity.  We kind of took turns passing each other for the first 7 miles, but I eventually lost her for good in the hills (read on), and finished 1 minute ahead of her.

Mile 2: 6:29
Mile 3: 6:26

We turned around at the halfway point for the 10kers, and started running against the half-marathoners who hadn't hit the turn-around yet.  The bike path was pretty narrow, but this turned out to not be a huge problem because the other halfers were generally good about leaving a little bit of space for us.

I was a little concerned after the turn-around, because I knew we would be going gently uphill for the rest of the race until about mile 7, where we would hit "a hill" (this turned out to be a good rough trio of hills).   Heading into the race, I didn't think this slight incline would cause me any trouble.

Turns out, it did.  I could feel myself slowing down, despite the fact that I still felt plenty energetic.  I guess I can't hit "half-marathon pace" unless I am running flat, or downhill.  That's a weakness for sure.

Mile 4: 6:35
Mile 5: 7:00

I forgot to mention this in a previous post.  One week before this race, I tried on a couple of Brooks shoes and settled on the Launch.  I wore them 3 times before the race; twice on the treadmill, once outside for 3 miles.  I thought they were fab.

I'm not sure what I think of them anymore....but I'm pretty certain I will not wear them for CIM.  Around mile 4, there was some pain that I can't recall perfectly, but it was in the ankle-to-calve area of my right leg.  Something was feeling off about the shoes.  I was regretting wearing them.

I ate a date around Mile 5, thinking maybe it would magically make me go faster.  I came quickly to terms with the fact that I was running as fast as I could (was I? I have no idea) on an incline, and just hoped I could make up for the time during some flats or declines.

Also, by Mile 5 I was (as predicted) in no-mans-land.  There was a guy in front of me that I didn't want to let out of my sight, because I was afraid of making a wrong turn.   The 3rd place girl was also somewhere near me.  Most of the race was indeed pretty lonely, except for the parts where we turned around and passed the other half-marathoners.  Despite the solitude, I still was mentally inspired to do well, so I can't say that harmed me as much as it has in the past.

There were no cheerleaders except for the volunteers at water spots, and the energy of spectators is always slightly related to my energy level.  So that is what it is.

Gentleman caught me at mile 6

Mile 6: 7:03
Mile 7: 7:05

More gentle incline, heading out from the bike path and towards vineyards.

The volunteers were so awesome, and this is why: these guys who were SO INVESTED in making sure I got a water cup successfully with minimal spill.  They would start handing it to you, then kind of stride with you for a few seconds to make sure you were good to go.  The Gentleman had been camped out near one of these stations, and said he had seen a lot of the very front-runners bail on a water attempt -- so I think the volunteers quickly stepped up their game.  It was really sweet.

Look how awesome this guy is -- getting ready for me

He is so ON!

I ate a second date around mile 7-8, and was sad to realize I only had one date left (I had eaten 2 about 10 minutes before the race started).  I never ended up eating that third one, so no big deal. 

I think dates are great race fuel.  Absolutely no stomach issues -- dates are cramp free!  They are easy to eat and swallow while running, and didn't leave me thirsty. 

I'm not sure that I need any food during a half, and I can't say if it helped or not...but I'm glad I practiced, and I feel confident that eating a date every 3 miles or so during a full marathon should be fine.

Mile 8: 7:05
Mile 9: 7:00

Dammit hills, go away!! You are stealing precious seconds from me!

I actually don't mind hills at all.  They don't fatigue me much and I love the neighborhoods and views that they reward you with on the average run.  And I did catch the woman who was vying for 2nd place woman and left her behind for good during the hills.  But the fact is, I am SLOW at hills.  compared to my flat speed, I am signifacantly slower.  My 6:30 pace turns into a 7:30 pace.

It was lonely out here in the vineyards, and I really wanted to hit the turnaround.  I felt like we kept going further and further out to the middle of nowhere....let's just turn around now.  Please.

I should also note: no visible mile markers anywhere on the course.  I think I saw a small "12" written in chalk near the 12th mile point.  I was purely relying on my Garmin and hoping it was aligned with the race director's miles.

Mile 10: 7:02
Mile 11: 6:45

Mile 10 provided the beautiful gift of a turnaround.  I caught sight of the woman in front of me, about 1-to-2 minutes ahead.  I was dreaming happily of all the downhills that would be in my future.

And there were some, and they were FUN! I was flying down them.  Buuut, we also hit a few of the backside of hills we had previously run down, so I wasn't gaining as much time as I hoped for mile 10 and 11.

Mile 12: 6:37
Mile 13: 6:39
Last bit 0.05: 0:21

I don't ever remember having this much energy for the last two miles.  I tried to kick it.  I reminded myself that I can do ANYTHING for just 2 miles.
Nearing the end

It felt good to have strength at mile 12.  I zipped through that mile, nearing closer and closer to the sounds of the finish line, where 5kers and 10kers (who I think started a 1/2 hour after us) were flooding in.

Which of course meant that when we joined the path of the 5k/10k with about 1/3 of a mile til the finish, my final kick/sprint got kind of messy.

I glanced at my watch, and thought there was some minor chance that if I ran hard enough for the last 2 minutes I could eke out a PR.  Running "hard enough" turned out to be a challenge in the glob of runners.

I'm on the right.  Not too bad here -- the trail is still fairly wide.

You know the drill; bobbing, weaving, pulling out all my Tom Cruise stunt moves to try and sprint to the finish.  There were a bunch of kids running the 5k, which made it harder to grunt "outta my way suckas!!!". 

Luckily, this often-present race issue was for a relatively brief stretch.  And then I was finished. 

After the Race

I walked in a daze past the medals and water, and felt someone grab my anklet-chip.   Then I snapped out of my daze and sought some water.

I approached the 1st place woman and gave her some props.  I mentioned noticing that my Garmin read a little short -- 13.05 miles.  She checked her iphone (Nike + app?) and said she recorded 13.1 miles.  I think my garmin lost a few meters here and there when we went under overpasses while on the bike route. 

I got out of there before waiting for awards, noticing there were no freebies besides 5-hour energy drinks.  I'm now on a mission to get whatever goodies 1st place in age group/2nd place woman might have earned.

I liked this race.  I wish it had been an easier course so I could get some stronger affirmation that my recent speed workouts have been paying off.  I wish I could run one more half before CIM....maybe?

Thanks for listening.

Half Disappointment

Some elements of the half marathon this morning were encouraging.

Other elements were defeating.

Overall, I think it was a wash.  A half disappointment.

yours truly in the blue shirt, the first 200 yards or so

Unofficial Garmin Stats

2nd place woman

That is a non-PR by 12 seconds...

The race went like this:

Miles 1-4: feeling good, this is easy, hitting 6:29's.

Miles 5-7.5: constant incline, CANNOT get my legs to go faster up what feels way worse than my happy treadmill 1.0 incline.  Hit 7:00 minutes over and over, get really negative in my head that this race is going to be a failure.

Miles 7.5-10.5: Hills.  Serious hills.  We were climbing all over these rolling vineyards, and I was sprinting down the downhills to try and make up for lost time.  Most challenging half-marathon course that I can recall.  continue to hit 7:00 miles.

Miles 10.5-13.1: Finally some flat and some gentle declines.  Feel great and fresh since so much of the race was run "slowly" thanks to the hills, so I pump it to make up for some lost time.  Hit 6:30-6:40's.

This was the easiest yet hardest half I have run.

Easiest because I felt great at the end.  I had a lot of energy and my legs felt strong.  I was thinking that if I HAD to run another half marathon in 1:37-ish to hit a 3:05 marathon, it could happen.

Hardest because I was so unprepared for the hills and so surprised how slowly I ran the gentle incline.

I may write a fuller recap later (I'm going to the Bridge School Benefit concert for the rest of the day), but that may be all that there really is to say...I shall ponder.

p.s: the volunteers were awesome.   

Half Expectations

I'm exited for this Sunday.

I will be running the Livermore Grape Stomp half marathon.

This is the ugly image that is on the race shirt I just picked up today.   Really...bad design.

Let's talk about my expectations for the race.

On one hand, I am hopeful that I could run this thing hard, get a PR (under 1:28:22), and generally boost my confidence as I head into a full marathon in 6 weeks.

And I should PR -- this is the first time ever I have followed any sort of a "training".

If you haven't heard me drone about this before, I recently began running a one-hour speed session on the treadmill once a week.  These workouts have been challenging, extremely fun, and possibly-hopefully working.

I will head into the race having accomplished 5 one-hour speed sessions.  5 weeks.

Now, that 1:28:22 -- I earned that through a relatively lackadaisical regimen consisting of running at a comfortable speed whenever I wanted, going on lots of long runs for fun, occasionally picking up the speed ever so gently....and then just saying "go faster than normal!" on race day.

This time, the mantra could be more like "go as fast as you do for about 10 minutes at a time on the treadmill!", and maybe my body and mind will agree that it can do so.

On the other hand: I have a history (ok, one race) of not performing well MENTALLY in smaller races.  Without numerous racers acting as rabbits (aka a pace setter) by my side, and without the encouraging crowds that a bigger race brings, I become mentally uninspired and it is very hard to push myself.  Very hard.

This race will have about 300 runners.  That is small enough that I believe it is very likely I will be in no-mans-land by mile 3.  Which is to say, running alone.

Another element of imperfection is that the forecast is very warm -- 87 degrees.  Don't know what that means for 8:00 a.m., but extra water stops may play a role in slowing me down.  I think I usually grab only one or two swigs of water for half-marathons, but strangely enough I can't really remember my half drink history.

Fresh tub of dates.  I WILL be stealing these from my pockets while running, regardless of water stops

In sum, as is always the case when I dish out money for a race, I will aim for a new personal record.

And then also in sum, I made pre-excuses for why a PR may not happen.


Remember when I devoted a post to the excellence that is Target Dresses?

Well who would have thunk it.  But I found some uber-cute dresses for $18 at the most unlikely of places.

Can you guess where!?  Oh, what? You read the caption of this part of the post already? So it was obvious? Oh.  Ok.

Yeah I found them at Costco.

BUT what you DIDN'T know, you know-it-all, is that I found them in the KIDS SECTION.

I'm not one of those pathetic middle-aged women who only eats carrots and seaweed so I can brag about shopping for myself in the kids section.

Au Contraire.  I was able to fit in, and purchase, dresses from the kids section because a size 14 there is easily an Adult Small Plus.  And they had a size 16 too, which must be good for an Adult Medium.  Don't know what they are feeding the kids these days...


This silver number is so hot.  Love the sleeves.  Perfect for a holiday celebration.  Unfortunately, while it is a decent fit, it is clear this was not built for a woman with a chest or a hip-to-waist curve.  It kind of hangs flat whereas it would be much cuter if it cut in a little at the waist.

Nothing that a belt can't fix.

This blue number is so ADULT! If you can't tell, the black trim (besides the sleeves) is beading.  This is a thick sturdy cloth, and looks formal yet spunky.  I will probably wear it to work with black tights or leggings.

Both dresses hit mid-to-upper thigh.


I will be happily day-camping near Half Moon Bay tomorrow, so I won't be up in this here blog until the race recap.  See you on the flip side!

Have you ever purchased clothing at Costco? 

Have you ever purchased clothing for yourself from the kids section?

$100 Recovery Drink

Going with the theme of "100" for the week...I'll get to the title later in this post.

I did not expect to get many comments expressing amazement/support for my 100-mile week. 

I was expecting a few "yeesh, you're going to get injured", or "you're plain crazy, foo"

Keep in mind, sharing my mileage is still relatively new for me.  Before this blog, I put in a decent amount of effort to hide how much I ran.  I was embarrassed to meet friends for lunch and tell them I had just been running for 2 hours....although in hindsight I should have fessed up so that they understood why I ate all my plate, and then pulled the old "so....are you finishing that? no? Can I have it!?" -- annnnd, already halfway down my throat. 

Even though I didn't get any such injury-threat comments, I do want to point out that I would never have hit that number if it was uncomfortable.  In some ways, I am a wimp.  I really don't push past my comfort zone that often -- so I hit 100 miles because it was comfortable.  That's a great thing! I think it means I'm doing something right in preparing for a marathon.

(In full disclosure, the week probably would have been 98 miles if I was solely basing it on comfort.  But I pushed my Sunday run from the 15-16 I would have preferred to 18, because duh.  Who wants to run 98 miles in a week when they can run 100?)

And yes dudes, I worked a full week.  46 hours, not including my commute, not including lunch breaks (....cause I don't take lunch breaks).   Remember that after accounting for sleep, there are 17 hours in a day.  I rarely work more than 10 of those.  It's easy for me, a non-parent, to find 2 hours in that spare 6-7 hours to run.


As you can imagine, or as you may experience yourself, lots of running means lots of eating.  This past week included some great, blog-worthy dishes.


To reward the Gentleman for being a super-star through the "busy extension season" in the tax world, his employer told him to go big at a nice restaurant and that they would foot the bill.

Go big we did.

He refused to allow camera flash in the dim restaurant

Saturday night at Flora restaurant in Oakland

$100 bottle of wine  !!!!!

Stoked.  The wine works

This sip cost $4

This one, $3.57

On to the food.

I actually ate all this.  I didn't run 20+ miles, and then order a dry salad while allotting myself 2 of my man's fries like, ahem, some dainty ladies in my Google Reader feed.   When I run that much, I obey my hunger.   Fried food and desserts are welcome with open arms.

Burrata with stuff that is in the way of Burrata.  Buratta is Mozzarella cheese with extra cream in the middle.

Calamari with cream stuff

I'm sorry for the bad photo, but wined as I was, this is how my fish dish looked.

The Gentleman got some pork thing which was supposedly great.

Then, satisfied but not stuffed, and past the 2.5 glasses of wine point, I started to get embarrassed and nervous about whether I could stand up to go to the bathroom.

How do I GET UP!?

All these chairs....between me and the bathroom....I have no chance

 So to muster up the courage, we ordered an strong Irish coffee.  That means whiskey.

And then.  We had.  The most delicious dessert thine tongue haveth ever tasteth.

Be aware, I'm a chocolate non-appreciator.  When it comes to dessert, I go for caramel or white chocolate, and preferably with whipped cream and some salt.   Nuts are cool, fruit usually isn't.

Salted Caramel Pudding with Whipped Cream.

It was like pure caramel.  I will never be able to eat a nasty Jello caramel pudding pack again.

Soon enough we were asleep, and then awake, and we were hungry for breakfast.

Where to fuel Sunday morning, for an unplanned18 miles later in the morning?

Our new neighborhood breakfast joint, Kitchen 388.

Baked eggs with basil.

And this really, freaking perfect Biscuit. 

It was like a KFC biscuit (that's a good thing in my mind) on snobby great-ingredient patrol.

Do you watch your diet when you run (or bike/swim/hike/etc) a lot?

If the answer is, I don't really want to hear about it.  Tell me about how you go to town to fuel your activity.