Bonking Sucks

It seems yesterday I under ate, or over worked out, or maybe both. It really sucks though when you bonk walking your dog in the evening. Yeah, pathetic isn’t it? A 2 mile walk and I thought I was going to pass out. It’s a shame as well, because my dog actually wanted to run a bit yesterday. About 1.5 miles into the walk I realized I was in trouble. The kind of trouble where you want to lay down and sleep trouble. The kind of trouble where you really, really have to focus to get home trouble. The kind of trouble where you are grabbing for anything in the fridge as soon as you walk through the door trouble. Olives probably weren’t the best option. In my defense did I mention that I was bonking?

This morning, after the required number of cups of tea, off I go run. Sure enough coming back from my run, climbing the last hill before home, I get that wonderful feeling again. The feeling that really makes me want a Pepsi, or two. Sugar, anything with sugar and NOW. Thankfully I was only about a half mile from home when it hit. I was able to wobble down the street, foaming at the mouth, while the parents in the hood were grabbing their kids, pulling them into the house for safety. Little did they realize I’m not after their kids, foam or not. Unless their kids had a Pepsi. The it’s time for a rob and run leaving the kid crying in their front yard while I enjoyed their soda. But if your a parent and your kid is having a soda at 10am, you need some work on your parenting skills. Come on dude, seriously? You’re giving your kids soda before lunch? WTF? Give the kid some Oj or something. If that’s not worthy of a call to CPSA then I don’t know what is. You probably shouldn’t even be giving your kid soda. Let them discover it in college or something.

My omelet turned out crappy to add insult to injury. I ended up with scrambled eggs with fake sausage, cheese and salsa mixed in. That might have worked out ok. But I realized this morning as I was about to make a burrito out of my egg disaster that I’m out of tortillas. Some mornings it doesn’t pay to sleep in then go work out. Or it pays to go grocery shopping first, which if I want to eat breakfast tomorrow, I still need to go do.

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