Running Seems to Have Turned Me Into a Meat-a-holic

Ever since I started running this summer, I've been craving meat. I've never been a vegetarian, but I've also never been much of a carnivore. I used to say that if I never ate a steak in my life again it wouldn't bother me at all. Now I'm eating it at least twice a week. With lots of HP sauce.

And last night? Peter and I went to a place called "The Barnyard BBQ," and ordered "The Great Pigout:" ribs, brisket, wings, chicken, pulled pork, mashed potatoes and beans. I ate so much I had to ask Peter to literally burp me in the parking lot, while I leaned against my car. Luckily it was dark, and the Barnyard BBQ doesn't seem to attract the kind of clientele who are easily shocked or offended.