Chocolate Obsessed Strides
When I was something-teen years old I remember someone really explaining the concept of guilt to me.
My response, “Why are we talking about this? That’s just normal functioning people. Isn’t this ‘guilt’ you speak of a normal state of being?”
On the 1-10 guilt scale, I pretty much hover around a 24.8 on a regular basis.
So naturally I spent a good chunk of Sunday afternoon feeling pretty darn guilty that I get to have runs like this (see pic below), with my toes running through the sand when the rest of the country was prepping to face Super Storm Sandy. I tried to not feel too guilty though since that run was so good for my heart, soul and legs and instead ended with an attitude of gratitude about it all.
But the Guilt Monster struck again yesterday afternoon. As per usual, the thought of all of that Halloween candy in my house led me to one of two logical conclusions: exercise self-control or construct a guilt counter-strike operation.
The choice was obvious.
So I registered for the Surf City Marathon in February before the cost increase tomorrow and then went for a quick run to distract myself from my candy fixation.
I tuned my iPhone to ESPN radio for my run naively thinking they would, oh I don’t know, actually be talking about sports. Instead I found my favorite sportscasters not discussing sports, but Ditkaween and their favorite types of candy in graphic detail for 31 minutes and 28 seconds, but who was counting?
Game, set, match, chocolate – you win!
As for me I spent the rest of the night trick or treating and sneaking chocolate from my kids Halloween bags. When asked, I simply informed them I was “checking it to make sure it wasn’t poisoned.” (Why yes, I have become my mother so wipe that smirk from your face or I’ll wipe it off for you). And I’ll spend the rest of the week mentally cursing long runs while I pound mini candy bars like they’re going out of style.
What’s your favorite candy?
Where does your guilt scale typically register?