Vendorfest is not quite over after all. Yesterday I got this ginormous box of the most killer cookies anyone on the planet has ever eaten. I ate one. I admit it. Then I promptly put the box in my bag and decided to get rid of the stuff. You can't eat what you don't have.
Someone else had given me a 10 lb tin of Hershey's chocolates. Now that's just mean. I'm telling you. Just plain mean. So I gave them to Cliff. Guys need chocolate. Especially guys who are faster than me. Last night Cliff and I were going to run again together, and I decided to weigh him down a little more and brought him that box of cookies. I went on the maker's website and those suckers were over $5.00 per cookie. They were small, too. And they definitely needed to be far, far away from me.
This morning Cliff called me. He gave the chocolate to two brothers who do odd jobs on their construction site. Believe it or not, the two of them ate ALL that chocolate already. I'm sure that they're off some place in a diabetic coma by now. Poor guys are rail thin and work themselves to death. Now I've probably killed them with chocolate. What a way to go...
So remember in this pre-race season, friends don't let friends snarf chocolate.