Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I was going to skip today because of my long run yesterday, but I wanted to start the year off right.  Around noon I decided to throw on some running clothes when my wife tells me that our girls want to go get sushi for lunch.  I was like, "Have fun with that."  But she wanted to make it "family" event, so I had to come along, also.  I had thrown on a tight fitting shirt, and decided it was too tight for wearing in a public restaurant, so I found  one of my new shirts I got for my birthday.  But it didn't have sleeves, so I pulled out an old BodyArmour® shirt that I haven't worn in forever and put it on underneath.  I figured that would be good since it was cold out.  So my shirt was black on the bottom half and neon yellow on the top half.  My shorts were like this camouflage red and black.  My wife says, "Burt, you don't match."  No matter how many times I told her it didn't matter because they were running clothes, she just wouldn't listen.  She made me change.  I put on my new neon yellow running shorts, and she said it was okay.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to run all the way home from the restaurant.  It would be 5.8 miles, and my ankles are still tender from yesterday.  Plus, how would it be running on a tummy full of sushi?  I'd have to make the call after I ate.  I don't think I over-ate, but I had my fair share.  Plus I had a glass of Sprite®.  I went to the van and briefly stretched out.  I told my wife to drop me off at Higley and the freeway.  I figured that would be around 3.15 miles.  It was 3.17 miles.  Nailed it.  Kind of.  I kept it nice and slow.  I could taste the sushi come up a couple of times, but if I can run a mile and a half after consuming 6 donuts, I should be able to handle this.  It was a decent run, but I definitely need to start my diet again.  Happy New Year, everyone!