Kitchen Cupboard Cunundrum

Image courtesy of Huffington Post
Image courtesy of Huffington Post
Explain this to me: why is it that I can avoid any desserts when I go out to dinner or to a family party, but every day when I get home I have to have a (small) handful of chocolate chips or chocolate covered almonds? If we don’t have any chocolate, (large) spoonful of peanut butter.

I do a pretty good job at working out. I run a fair amount, and I lift enough to have most fitness people at least give me a passing grade as far as my routine is concerned.

Kelly and I after the Cap City 1/2 Marathon
But there is something about being alone in the kitchen that pulls me to the cupboard for something I don’t really need.

I need help. I’m coming up on 30 and I want to say on my 30th birthday, “The day I turned 30, I was in the best shape of my life.” I’ve never had a six-pack, and truth be told, I probably drink too regularly to realize that dream. But I feel like I can blow up my chest a little, get my wife some big arms for her to pick stare at.

My other goal is to be able to hit a golf ball further than I can now without adding 25 pounds of butt and gut weight (why that helps some people hit things harder I’ll never know).

The point is, I can see all the things I want and I don’t think I’m that far off from getting there, but I self-sabotage myself. I can go out with family and convince everyone that I have this awesome will power (black coffee while everyone else is getting dessert), but go home and eat something that is 1/10 as gratifying as something at the restaurant would have been.

What do I need to do in order to avoid this kitchen cupboard conundrum?

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Why I Run

My favorite thing to do is run. No. My favorite thing to do it eat, sleep, play with my dog, love on my wife, golf, play poker, travel, drink, read (lies!), watch football and make up inventions in my head. But for the sake of this post, lets say my favorite thing to do is run.

Actually, all kidding aside, I really do love to run. For me it’s the best place to clear my head. No matter what is stressing me out or what I have to do later, I know that if I get out and do 3 miles I am going to go somewhere else mentally. And I need that.

I need it because it’s “my space.” I don’t need it because I am escaping anything or have to get away. I need it because it’s where I connect with myself the best.

Things you get to see at 6:00 am.m running.
Things you get to see at 6:00 a.m running.

My wife hates running. She loves races and the idea of running. She likes looking the part more so than the act. And for what it’s worth, I love that she likes looking the part because she looks a lot better in tight pants than I do so better her than me, right?

Yesterday, I signed up for the Cleveland Rock and Roll Half-Marathon. It will be the first distance race I have done outside of Columbus and I am excited for it. I don’t know that I will PR or even be happy with what my time is, but that’s not what it’s about for me. I like seeing the people cheer, and picking someone out who is ahead of me and trying to catch them, but I also like the 3 months before a race where I am working towards something. I like getting a new pair of shoes and making a playlist for the event, but I also like looking back at the Saturday’s I got up at 6am to be outside when everyone else is asleep.

Running is satisfaction. Running is dedication Running is youthful. Running lets me be myself and I don’t care if someone in a car driving by sees me singing and air-drumming because they’re already gone and I get to keep on going.

So this weekend marks 12 weeks until the race and that’s when I begin tracking my miles and making progress; 12 weeks until I take on a new city and a new challenge.

I run because it allows me to be the best version of me.