Yesterday after the long trail run, Rob Powell and myself met at the Road House Steak place.
Oh yeah we brought our significant others plus one. I plunged into a 16 oz. porterhouse, medium rare with an extremely large bake potato (of course butter and sour cream). With the steak I slushed down a few ice cold beverages. Now that was an excellent meal.
Today I had planned on a 5 mile run, but due to the pain and extended stomach problems I reduced it to 3 miles. So to Mohican I went and ran three miles, shaking the remnants of the meal the previous evening. My run went well once the sloshing ceased and no more STEAK and SHAKE.
Some times you just have to pig out!