The hour after my run has ended
I WILL steal food off your plate. However, you can only steal food off my plate if I really truly love you or offer it to you ;)
Whenever my food comes last at a restaurant …
If someone says “free food” (or a trip to Costco!)
The overnight drive thru window employee at McDonalds is named Rob. He’s even gotten to know my dog. At 3 am.
Whenever I have a class or shift during meal time…
If the finish line of a race isn’t near a good brunch places…
I may have burnt my mouth on more than one occasion because I was too rungry to wait
I will love/forgive you if you bring me food. We might even be best friends after.
Sometimes I eat peanut butter from the jar (…and sometimes I bring that jar with me. Don’t believe me? See my Sporting Life 10k recap where I brought a jar with me to my friend’s house)
Whenever my friends want me to go to a party or clubbing (where there won’t be food…)
I get really excited if it’s Saturday. Because it means the next day is Sunday. Sundays are my long run days. Long runs = more than my usual amount of FOOD
Whenever I see the wait(ress) bringing out my meal…
…but then this happens
but that’s all okay because I get to have this happen
Ha! That was a fun post to make! I hope you enjoyed it. What food confessions do you have? ;)