Miles To Go

In the same vein as those essays we all had to write back in Elementary school like "How I spent my summer vaction" or "What Columbus Day means to me", I decided to blog about what Competition means to me. Here it goes:

Packing a scale everywhere I go. Double checking restaurant menus in advance of actually going there to see if there is any way I could possible eat something. Double the laundry from the morning cardio and evening workouts. Keeping extra bottles of Franks Hot Sauce on hand. Always knowing how much extra food I have, how long it will last and when is the next BJ’s run going to be. The feel of 12 raw, unsalted almonds in your hand even before you count them. Washing more tupperware than you ever thought you would in your life. Prepping 3 meals just because you are heading out of the house to run simple errands. Knowing exactly how long to leave your 6oz chicken breast on the grill before you need to flip it. Being able to eye up 1/2 a cup of oatmeal, without the need for a measuring cup. Being able to seperate egg yolk from egg white with machine-like efficency. Knowing exactly how many days out you are, when other people aren’t even able to tell you what date today is. Going to a bar and ordering a rum and Diet Coke, while asking them to hold the rum. Going to the movies and eating your grilled chicken and steamed broccoli while the smell of buttered popcorn.