The other day, I mentioned eating at a buffet. It was bad. Really bad. I’ve been to a couple of bad sushi places, but this one was just…wow. Seeing as how we had just paid $22, we had intentions of trying to find the good stuff on the menu and getting as much bang for our buck. I ended up regretting it. In the parking lot, I was spitting a great deal in the hopes of getting the taste of the place out of my mouth. Drinking more water or tea there wasn’t an option because the service people were so damn lousy about refilling our glasses and cups. So yeah, I kind of blame the experience for throwing my training off. The day after, I was really cursing and still feeling nasty. I was still feeling the effects this morning. Since then, I’ve really thought about things, and I’m really finally realizing how these places aren’t beneficial to me at all if I’m trying to do better for myself. So, between now and the next race, I’m going to attempt to skip the buffet scene. Heh. We’ll see how that goes.

Today, in the fast food court, I was looking around for a good option. I ended up getting something at Cultures. Yeah…I felt out of place. I bought a Greek salad with a grilled chicken breast. Not bad, I guess. Still, I wonder if continually eating like a rabbit is even possible for me.