265 – Celebrations

I’ve not kept it a secret that one of the reasons I train so hard is so that I can eat and drink how I like. My relationship with food is maybe just a notch off of The Oatmeal’s, so that means if I don’t want to almost instantly explode to a 500 pound walking land mass, I’d better keep at the running, riding and lifting.

Well, yesterday I ran a long, long way. And I had a pretty spectacular result, for me, so that meant it was time to celebrate!

After a shower and a protein shake at home after the race, Katie and I met up with family and friends at Sima in Kettering, where I proceeded to eat my bodyweight in sushi. After soup and salad, I think I ordered four rolls for myself. I’m not sure, because it all happened sort of quickly. And then I finished the rolls that the rest of our table couldn’t. There are no pictures of this sushi, because I was rather busy cramming it into my face-hole as fast as my chopsticks could manage. Come to think of it, I’m not sure how the chopsticks survived. The only thing stopping me from scavenging off of other people’s tables was that we were in a corner booth, and I wasn’t seated on the end. It was a sushi massacre.

I’m sayin’ I ate a lotta sushi.

Also, I drank giant beers, because they are more fun than little beers!

Today we realized that there wasn’t much of anything in the way of food in the house, so we went out again. We tried out a newish place called Lucky’s downtown, and found their fare to be pretty dang tasty, if a little short on portion size. Or was that the race-fueled glutton in me? Hard to say, but I definitely ate two entrees while we were there, on top of a few incredibly heavy beers.

After that, we ended up at the Dublin Pub, my favorite place to eat and have a beer in the whole wide world, and I finally satiated myself with a piece of cheesecake, paired with Guinness and followed by Irish coffee.

If I ever stop training, I will be in serious, serious trouble.