Today, I ate braised short ribs and polenta while watching a documentary on people who run the Chicago marathon.
Someone else–a better woman, perhaps–might have taken one look at those fit folks pounding the pavement in the name of personal betterment and dropped her fork. Not me. Not even on New Year’s Day, which is THE DAY for pretending like you’re going to become a better person. Maybe it’s a sign that I will not become a better person this year–that I can’t even pretend I will change anymore. All I know is I watched Deena Kastor talk about running a 5-minute mile, and then played “here comes the airplane” with a fork full of creamy polenta without guilt.
What can I say? It felt right.
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I see those fit folks who would not dare eat braised short ribs (which makes me hungry, by the way) and think to myself, happily….well then, more for me! Hopefully, they are not big drinkers either because I will gladly have their wine.