My running shoes sit on the carpet, laces undone, glaring at me.
I know I ate at least forty dolars worth of all you can eat sushi last night.
“Carbo loading!” I greedily shouted, while shoveling jalapeno crusted dynamite and Popcorn Lobster Rolls into my mouth, well about as fast as I can.
How do you know you have had enough all you can eat sushi?
When your stomach decides for you and you almost shit yourself during dinner.
If I can not stop myself than my body will stop me.
I ate a lot of sushi last night; sashimi, baked green mussels, Alaska Rolls galore.
I did bad things to myself and to pay the price I should go running.
Instead I made a fire, a latte and a quiche.
I’ll run tomorrow?