And it feels pretty good.
I doubt I'm gonna be racking on the pounds anytime soon though, since just last Wednesday I joined my German exchange student, Franzi, on a mystical journey I like to call being a vegan. I'm not Catholic but she is, so I decided to join her in her efforts to both give something up for lent and "get in shape". I for one definitely feel different. I'm hungry almost all the time and I sometimes I go into strange trances where I find myself standing in front of the refrigerator. But I think I'm doing okay.
Franzi is too, except a few days ago when I saw sitting with her laptop at the kitchen table before breakfast. I went behind her to see her screen and discovered her looking at pictures of chocolate online. I didn't know what to say.
I guess this vegan thing should be easier for me. A couple years ago I went vegan with another one of my friends and the two of us lasted for a little over five months. I felt incredibly fit and was at least five pounds lighter than when I started, which was before the Track season and after the Nordic season. By the time the Track season rolled around, I had the beginnings of a six pack and a heck of a lot of self control. That season I ran the best I had ever had (which wasn't that great but really pretty good for me), my mile PR at 6:33.
When the season ended I had a lot of both pride, and a strong desire for chicken. So I quit being a vegan. With the season over, I wasn't running everyday and I did basically nothing until school started up again in the fall, with it bringing Cross Country and a rude awakening that I probably should've been running. Whatever.
And the great thing about lent if you didn't know (I didn't know until somebody told me) is that on Sundays, one can have off their duties of giving something up. At around 4:00 this past Sunday my father told me this wonderful rule and pretty soon after that I called up my friend and she brought over chocolate. It was a good night.
That is all.
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