I like to tweet among ultrarunners to get a sense of the important topics in our community, and today they were:
1-Whether or not to run in underwear (Highly contentious. Why are you fighting?)
2-Paula Deen's blood sugar levels.
These are so important, you guys. I just have nothing to contribute.
People are also tweeting about politics.
Americans love politics, and Americans love freedom. That’s why we visit the Liberty Bell (even though it's cracked) and walk the Freedom Trail (even though Boston is so cold).
I have recently become more free: gluten-free, soy-free, and nut-free. But in this case, the freedom is a guise because I'm actually restricted, and it's non-optional.
Oh, you're actually probably allergic to adventure . . .
There’s nothing truly free about gluten-free. You’re gluten-lessfree, trapped in rice cake prison. Rice cakes are not cakes either. That’s a lie, too, because when you have allergies, everything is a lie. And everything tastes like potatoes because gluten-free is synonymous with the phrase 'we make everything out of potatoes.' They just take potatoes and shape them into the images and likenesses of other foods, and you play along for a while like you haven’t noticed. Potatoes often taste like the dirt they were grown in. I said this once, and my dad answered, "Have you been washing them?" Nope, Dad. I hadn't. Now they taste less like dirt. In summary, when you’re gluten-free, you consume dirt and lies. You’re trapped in a Platonic cave, eating potatoes in the shadows and thinking you’re free. (Wheat bread in this illustration is the Form of the Good.)
On another note, eating correctly has cut my recovery time in half. IN HALF. I've done three track workouts this week and have settled into a routine of high volume, less vigorous cardio, peppered with lifting and core and the accessory workout of shivering in the library. I am learning how to cook new things. I'm less tired, and I feel like myself . . .
. . . Which version?
But anyway, I am ready to race. That's exciting! And I look forward to Rocky Raccoon 100 in a few weeks.
Good luck, everyone, with your underpants fight.