Well, I did get over it. It must have been providence that my last post disappeared, meaning that instead of reviewing all the crap I ate last weekend, I can just tell you about my kick-ass workout last night.*
I ran over the Ben Franklin Bridge, which spans the Delaware River between New Jersey and Pennsylvania. The link shows some cool pictures that I am too ethical to steal and post here, but do click. This thing is a monster. It takes, like 5 years to repaint it. The whole run, starting a few blocks from the bridge, was just under 4 miles, but almost half of that is at an incline. AND yesterday it was cold and rainy and miserable, perfect weather for making an excuse not to exercise. I was huffing along, looking down at the cars, rain pelting my face and feeling like hail, and thinking, "This is fucking GREAT!"
*In the interest of forthrightness, here's last weekend. There are reasons, excuses, justifications--even some good ones. But the facts speak for themselves: bread, french fries, beer, blueberry pancakes, sour cream and onion potato chips, cadbury creme egg, 5 buffalo wings, 4 slices of pizza, more beer.