i bike for food

after training for last year’s epic bike ride, i began to love the feeling of having biked my butt off and earning the right to eat whatever i wanted. i hadn’t really had that feeling yet this year. until yesterday. after a 3.5 mile run and a 58 mile bike ride (of which the last 10 miles or so were in some pain because i (for the first time) really wiped out on my bike and scraped up my leg on gravel) i finally felt that i had the right to pig out. we had eaten supper halfway through the ride at a bar, so i didn’t really need a meal. i settled for three slices of bread. one with homemade strawberry jam, one with peanut butter and jam and one with nutella and jam. and a tofutti cutie.