It's bugging the hell out of me, but I realize that I'm going to have to stay off of it for a while ... again. I think part of the reason I enjoy running so much is that it allows me to worry less about what I eat. Despite loathing many things about Texas, I'm still a Texan. There are few things I enjoy more than a huge serving of deep-fried chicken giblets. And if the thought of a beer-battered gizzard sticks in your craw, that just means more for me.
When I can run again, that is.