I told myself that after running 13.1 miles Saturday morning, I could eat cake at both birthday parties on the day’s agenda: Annie-Bananie’s 99th and my niece Madison’s 13th.
The funny thing was, I didn’t feel like it. Not that I was queasy from the Parlor City Trot. If anything, I was amazed how good I felt during the race. I think it was just the Nash nutrition factor at work. He says running makes him crave healthier food, and I guess the farther you run, the more that principle comes into play.
So I grabbed a banana from the Ouabache River Runners’ stash, then stopped at Kroger for a nectarine and a big container of mixed berries. It’s hard to believe that anything, even Annie-Bananie’s ice cream cake, could’ve tasted better than all that juicy fruit did right then.
I’ll have a more detailed report on the race tomorrow. For now I just want to say that I‘m grateful Annie-Bananie got out of the hospital in time for her birthday, and I‘m even more grateful that my Uncle Dan finally went home from the hospital yesterday after some really serious heart trouble that saw him spend an entire week on a ventilator.