Piano pop is inherently soothing. Low-carb granola bars are not.
How pitiful is this weather? And how mundane is it to start a conversation by commenting on the weather?
A stressful day yesterday drove me directly to Newberry Comics, where I finally got the latest Ben Folds EP (take that, ITunes exclusives!) and Keane's debut album, which is ridiculously soothing. It's right up there on the list of chicken-soup albums:
1. Billy Bragg & Wilco - Mermaid Avenue
2. Coldplay - Parachutes
3. Keane - Hopes and Fears
4. Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark
5. Lost Songs - David Gray
Before the stressful day, in an impressive display of stupidity, I managed to run the B.A.A. Half Marathon (motto: We all have our own definition of "a gently rolling course") and the Tufts 10k within 24 hours of each other. Without training. Beautiful.
Let me digress here -- as I often do on these pages, because what is a daily journal but one lifelong digression -- and talk about a major problem with the Tufts 10k. It's not the incredibly annoying race announcers, or the death-defying and wholly unnecessary hairpin turns, or the fact that water stops 2 and 3 are only about 100 feet apart. It's the post-race food.
Back in the day, the Tufts 10k had awesome post-race food: fruit, yogurt, potato chips, bagels, Dove ice cream bars. So, if you're a health nut, there are tasty options for you. And if you're not, what better excuse to indulge in a little junk food? You just ran 6.2 miles. You deserve a Dove bar.
This is a comprehensive list of the post-race food offerings at this year's Tufts 10k:
- Bananas;
- Zone bars;
- Atkins-approved granola bars;
- Soy sauce flavored rice crisps.
Apparently, we should be encouraging runners to lead a low-carb lifestyle. I left the Zone Bars for the Beacon Hill weekend warriors and proceeded to go home and devour half a bag of barbecue potato chips.
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