http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/ en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:15:22 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/images/insignia/misc/rss.jpg http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/ http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1398-sunshowers-abrewin.html Sat, 13 Dec 2008 02:44:28 GMT I am noticing a trend in the way I interact with the world, where I do things that I can't explain and this goes on for a long time before suddenly *BOOM* it all falls together and the only logical explanation for it is that I have known it was coming all along and I just knew to make those good choices when others didn't. I know my conscious mind doesn't know it beforehand, but maybe it's the power of blink? Thank goodness Malcolm Gladwell exists so that I can at least try to make sense of my most inscrutable qualities.

I don't really care too much right now about how this is happening; I'm just trying to ride it out and see what's at the end of this path I've taken. Every day this week, I have managed to do a lot of the exact right thing when I wasn't trying to - some of the time I even thought for sure it would be the exact wrong thing but I did it anyway and was rewarded for it. Despite how peculiar this all is, I have a good feeling about how things will turn out. If I'm proven wrong and I have a shitstorm waiting for me, then I also know there will be an invaluable lesson waiting with it. I guess that's how I can feel so good about not knowing. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1398-sunshowers-abrewin.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1241-i-3-geography.html Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:52:28 GMT This weekend I:

*had a visitor from my old school in nyc and she brought me a slice of cheesecake from Junior's and orgasmic red velvet cupcakes. (the best kind of cake. ever.)

*took her on our geography club field trip through dupont circle, embassy row and georgetown. we walked for hours and learned a lot about the history of one of the first towns that existed before the district was created (g-town), and bonded nicely with the handful of other geog people over a mediterranean dinner.

*woke early the following morning to take my friend running on one of my favorite sections of the c&o canal towpath. it was painfully cold the first five minutes, but the rest of the 45 minutes we ran it was just lovely and sunny. she said it only took a few minutes of that peaceful run in that gorgeous setting to finally understand what i've been blathering on about to all my nyc friends whenever they ask if i think i'll come back and i am so sure that the answer is "no".

*shared a sinful breakfast at a local diner i have never been to, so we both got to discover something about my little college town before she left.

*bought a half gallon of toasted almond ice cream for her to try before she left so that she could also tell everyone about how my university makes its own ice cream (an important factor in my decision to come here, obviously :p).

*had time to go to the computer lab and get some work done after she left on saturday afternoon.

*slept a lot on saturday night to recover from all that walking and then running after not so much sleep - and still got up early enough to have a full day sunday.

*took a 20-mile bike ride with the club vp & treasurer on the capital crescent trail (or the old georgetown branch trail? the signs are very confusing) from silver spring into georgetown and then cutting through the city past dupont circle to an amazing sudanese restaurant near u st. where we had indulgent hot meals and i had my first glorious taste of hibiscus juice. the ride was hard (full of hills, with me on my fixed gear and my two buddies on their mountain bikes with brakes and gears) but the prize at the end was worth every drop of sweat.

*slept a lot again last night, finally giving in to my muscles that had been crying out and begging for rest during those 20 miles.

/content ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1241-i-3-geography.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1218-thanks-mom.html Fri, 21 Nov 2008 19:11:01 GMT I call my mom to check in and say, "I'm eating food right now," and she says, "Of course you're eating food, what else would you be eating?"

Heh. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1218-thanks-mom.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1213-one-laptop-per-child.html Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:34:33 GMT I was kind of sad to see that the thread had already been created here and that it was not full of positive things like Xepherys' gamesforsoldiers.org thread was. I'm not even sure how I first missed that thread, but I see that Pogue wrote his article on my birthday and I was certainly not reading the paper that day. In any case, I have been really, really excited about this idea since I first watched the TED talks several months ago. I am going to try and continue to be very excited about it here in my blog instead.

One Laptop Per Child

I think the really exciting thing about this for me is that it is simply a great idea that is meeting success and becoming increasingly accessible. Many of my peers are currently struggling with finding meaning in their lives since graduating and joining the world of net producers, and a disproportionate amount of them are putting their blood, sweat and tears into start-ups right now - struggling to get funding for their great ideas that will ideally help spread ecologically responsible, sustainable practices. And the key word is certainly struggle. I have an idea of my own that I haven't had time to flesh out yet, but it's definitely still in me.. waiting.

But here it is, this great idea that started in the mind of a man who was passionate in the same way that my friends and I are passionate, who wants to change the world in the best way he knows how and doesn't stop to worry about whether this is the best use of his time because he knows that the best use of his time is to take this idea as far as he can take it and to touch as many lives with it as he can. I guess this feels a little like when your friend's band that you've supported and loved for years (ever since they sucked) suddenly becomes Starbucks' album of the month. Not that this guy is some wet-behind-the-ears millenial who just came up with a cure for AIDS... just that, on some level (I guess the proactive optimist vs. nay-saying pessimist level) he feels like one of us. And one of us just hit the big time where a major company is taking on our wonderful do-gooder idea and making it really easy for billions of people to take part in the doing of the good.

I just want to point out here that while $200 is not exactly pocket change for many people (myself included), having something like develop into something that is sold on a mega e-tailer like Amazon is like what Ray Kroc did for the hamburger only bigger, faster and less heart-attacky. So think about it like that for a second before you post any comments, just in case you are tempted to post more of that negatory crap in response to my enthusiasm. It's like wearing brand new white shoes... some people just can't help but want to soil them. I never really understood why but that never made it any less true. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1213-one-laptop-per-child.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1212-drama-feelings.html Thu, 20 Nov 2008 22:14:36 GMT I just had a cubic shit-ton of decade-old drama thrust upon me in the form of an email from a person I had a crush on when I was 16. Needless to say that I don't really consider this person to be... well, I just don't consider him very often at all. Apparently, I have not been as absent in his thoughts? I could write a dissertation on all the fucked up things about that and what went down in the course of four emails exchanged 'tween us, but I will let sleeping dogs lie. It just... put me in a funny mood I guess.

What I really wanted to blog about is that I am feeling nostalgic for a Christmas vacation that will no longer exist for me, ever. There are many reasons it will never exist. I'm too old to be the baby of the family, there are now actual children around to be babied, my father has taken ill in a way that I believe he can never recover from and all of my family is in denial over this... as I said, there are many reasons. Of greatest concern is the fact that I have the choice to lie to my family about the kind of person I am or to tell them the truth and make every moment fraught with tension and conflict. There are no other alternatives on this particular matter.

And, as any person skilled in avoidance will know, I would much rather sit here tonight being sad because the made for TV movie that I loved as a child is never aired anymore and Christmas hasn't been the same for many years without it. The Christmas Toy was, in my opinion, the best Christmas movie ever made for children. The first time I remember actually crying at a movie was when Mufasa died in the Lion King, but this movie was the first to open my little universe up to the idea of death in a very safe way. This movie made me feel wise as I learned about a thing that only adults can really understand. Perhaps it was Jim Henson's delicate treatment of it - being "frozen forever" as a euphemism for dying - that makes it so beautiful.

When I saw it as a teenager one of the last times it aired, I cried. I mean, how many puppet movies can do that? ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1212-drama-feelings.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1067-worrying-about-right-things.html Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:41:23 GMT Thanks for your comments and tips, guys. I am a lot calmer about the rent increase today. I'll be exploring a few options this weekend and refrain from any rash decisions. There happens to be a lot of other stuff going on with me, so I really did just need to vent and have somebody tell me some reasons to stop being mad about it. When it rains, it pours. I just have to keep my head up. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1067-worrying-about-right-things.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1055-d-m-n-i-t.html Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:36:03 GMT They are raising my rent starting starting December 1st. By $20 a month. Now, I understand that I have an improbably good deal here. My house is across the street from a metro station, walking distance from school, has free parking out back, also walking distance to a beautiful little lake... They are raising my rent starting starting December 1st. By $20 a month.

Now, I understand that I have an improbably good deal here. My house is across the street from a metro station, walking distance from school, has free parking out back, also walking distance to a beautiful little lake with a trail around it that leads to another system of larger trails that run for several miles. I know that the housing market in my college town is ridiculous because the university loves to accept WAY more people than it can house. I am walking distance from the OSO and only a 25-minute drive to work. Utilities are included in my rent, and I get to live ALONE for at least $250-300 less than I could at any other studio in the area - let alone one ACROSS THE STREET FROM A METRO STATION. I know this. I know this.

But I am irrationally mad and looking on craigslist for other options. And I am having crazy ideas about selling all of my belongings and crashing with a friend for five months. And most of all, I want to tell my landlords to shove it and/or fire their house manager, even though there isn't a really good reason except that I hate him for coming in here during a service call for the guy upstairs and knocking down some stuff I had on the wall and then not calling me back when I left him a voicemail saying I was scared that somebody had been in my apartment because I saw that stuff had been moved around. I am really mad about that. Really mad. So it makes the $20 seem like more like the number of dollars it takes for me to say, "FUCK YOU I'M MOVING OUT."

In my heart of hearts, I know I won't find a better deal than this, even with the $20 increase. I know it. Part of me is still going to have to go through every possible scenario to make sure there isn't a good reason to tell them to fuck off, and that part is going to be working overtime until November 30th, at which point I would have to give them my 30-day notice if I wanted to not give them more than $20 extra just this once. I would really love to be able to do that and, say, move down the street. In fact, maybe I'll take a walk tomorrow and look more seriously at all those houses with the "for rent" signs I see when I go running or riding through the neighborhood. Because not being right across the street from the metro that I rarely take is maybe not as bad as moving out of this neighborhood altogether, and maybe one of those nice families needs the extra money and wants to rent a room for a while so I don't have to keep giving my money to University Jerk Enterprises during my last semester here.

Of course, a slightly more reasonable thing to do would be to ask them if they would consider keeping the rent the same if I signed a 6-month lease and then planned to move out after that anyway. This increase is because my 1-year lease just ended and now it's month-to-month. Do people do that? Is this a real idea? I can't tell because I am fucking PISSED. :mad: ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1055-d-m-n-i-t.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1040-also.html Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:54:10 GMT I talk a big game about how much I fucking hate the two-party system and how people need to start thinking about their values instead of what team they're on. I usually wince when somebody says something about not wanting to "throw away" their vote on a third party candidate. It really makes me want to punch them in the face.

But of course, my thought processes being as complex as they are, I ended up voting for one of the two party-bots anyway. NOT BECAUSE VOTING THIRD PARTY WOULD BE THROWING AWAY MY VOTE. REALLY. I suppose I am a little bit excited about the possibility of him winning, but I dare not get my hopes up. I just keep reminding myself that the terrible visceral reaction I get to both options are just two possibilities, neither good nor bad. There are two versions of the future that might unfold and both will be historic outcomes. When I start to really get attached to the one version and feel even a little bit entitled to it, I think about the fifty odd years women had to wait to for suffrage after black men got it (at least nominally) and then I think how fucking deluded a person has to be to think that humans have developed as quickly as technology so much that billions of people are going to be more receptive to change than they were a century ago.

It's going to be a long time, kids. Just take this for what it is and keep on livin'. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1040-also.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1039-little-miss-sunshine.html Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:40:52 GMT I am in that magical moment near the end of the movie where Frank and Dwayne are bonding on the pier and Dwayne says, “You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly,... I am in that magical moment near the end of the movie where Frank and Dwayne are bonding on the pier and Dwayne says, “You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work… Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.”

I have been spending an awful lot of time worrying about stuff I don't love and neglecting what I do love. I'm tired of secretly plucking out the gray hairs that have been growing in because I'm killing myself over the possibility of not getting A's and B's. Fuck that.

To quote from another movie I love, as Kaylee put it at the end of Serenity, "The hell with this - I'm gonna live!" ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1039-little-miss-sunshine.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1014-stupid-defroster-stupid-everything.html Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:36:18 GMT I have a feeling my little mileage game of cheering myself up is not going to work for the next several months. With morning shifts at work and generally very cold days, there is this thing called a foggy windshield. I can tough it out and be cold without turning the heat on in the car, but I... I have a feeling my little mileage game of cheering myself up is not going to work for the next several months. With morning shifts at work and generally very cold days, there is this thing called a foggy windshield. I can tough it out and be cold without turning the heat on in the car, but I can't drive if I can't see. I always forget about winter and this mandatory idling bullshit. Today when I filled up, I saw that I only got 29.26mpg and that is after only using defrost maybe twice for about 5 minutes each time. :mad:

But, I did take my first trip to Trader Joe's in a few months today. I used to go with my big scary-looking friend because I have to drive through this huge community of Latino immigrants where the popular roadside pastime is to make kissy faces and say inappropriate things at girls alone in their cars who are stuck at stoplights. Now my friend is studying abroad in Japan and the whole ordeal kind of makes it not so worth it to drive the extra couple of miles to shop there anymore.

I went with the sole purpose of obtaining my two favorite kinds of juice and stockpiling the chicken quesadillas that have, in the past, kept me from going hungry on many a hurried day. Of course I forgot that Sunday is like Black Friday at TJ's so they didn't have any of the three things I went there to get and I waited in line for 20 of the 30 minutes I was there. :|

I also stopped at Home Depot on the way home to get an energy saver bulb to replace my porch light, which burnt out two days ago... AGAIN. I hate that stupid, stupid porch light and I wish it had a friggin' switch so that it would not keep me awake with its BRIGHTNESS at night and then still be too dim to properly light my entryway when I want it well lit. ARGH.



I guess I am a little high strung right now. What started out as a small victories kind of entry has made an unexpected turn into Complainer Country. Oh well. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/1014-stupid-defroster-stupid-everything.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/940-yes.html Mon, 27 Oct 2008 08:32:28 GMT Okay, so I shaved off about 45 minutes from my best time (last year). I was almost ready to be disappointed, but this is my first race where my less than optimal performance was because it was a bad day and not because I was being givey-uppey. While I had to resort back to run-walk around mile... Okay, so I shaved off about 45 minutes from my best time (last year). I was almost ready to be disappointed, but this is my first race where my less than optimal performance was because it was a bad day and not because I was being givey-uppey. While I had to resort back to run-walk around mile 17, I did NOT give in and decide to walk the rest of the way at any point (like I did at mile 20 at last year's MCM and at mile 19 at LA in March). That in itself feels like victory to me.

My shoes have this way of feeling like they are not my shoes on the day of a marathon. I put them on the night before, they feel like my shoes. I put them on marathon morning, they feel like somebody else's shoe. It figures.

This time, I ignored it and told myself I was going to have an awesome run and that I would NOT lose forward momentum until I was across the finish line. I felt nervous and had a rough time ignoring the shoes in the first 3 miles, so that kept me at a decently slow pace. Going out too fast is like murder in a marathon, so this was good. Over the next 6 miles, I very gradually picked up the pace. At mile 6 it looked like I would definitely make it in 5:30 (my reach goal) and by mile 9 I was chugging along comfortably at a pace that would bring me in at 5:15!

Then I ruined it by needing to pee. I really needed to pee since about mile 5, but there are always massive lines at the beginning of a race, so I decided to keep running until I saw one that I didn't have to wait for. By just before mile 10, I couldn't hold it anymore and so I picked the porta-johns next to the orange station so I could at least enjoy a nice icey orange slice during my wait. I killed 12 minutes here. Stupid bladder.

Starting up again was tough. Your body does not like to be in the middle of running and then stop suddenly for a while and then start up again just as suddenly (much less when the stop is as long as 12 minutes). My chest kind of burned for the next couple of miles and then in mile 12 the AWFUL caught up with me. The rest of the way was downhill. All I could do was play mind games to keep my mind off of the pain and propel myself forward. Somewhere near the half I got some well-needed cheers from the Big Brothers Big Sisters folks and one of our terrific coaches. Then I didn't see anybody I knew for MILES. I was hoping for a little more cheer sometime before mile 20, but if I ever needed it, I definitely needed it AT mile 20. Thank goodness for another charity organizer who was the running cheering section at the bridge.

Today was very emotional, but not in the way I expected. I wanted to cry for the whole second half because I was in serious pain. Now, recounting the story, I realize how many people were there along the way. I may have been alone in bearing the pain, but I wasn't alone. There are few moments in life where we fully realize what it means to have people in our lives who support us. I feel like I am just now shedding the tears I thought I would shed at the finish line last year. Unlike a lot of the others who were overcome with tears at their finish, the real question was never if I could do it. I think it was always about me feeling that I deserved all the support I was getting. It is a bit overwhelming to let myself feel it. But here I am. I finally earned it. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/940-yes.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/930-taper-madness.html Sun, 26 Oct 2008 00:54:19 GMT :hyper:

It's a real thing. I'm not as nervous about this marathon as I was before the first two, so this is almost ALL pent up physical energy. Plus a little bit of dread about the weather and what I should wear. Plus MORE PENT UP PHYSICAL ENERGY.

I just went to the store to get my last minute supplies (sports drink to fill my bottles and a whole lot of indulgent microwaveable food to eat when I get home). I thought that two tubs of ice cream would be a great idea, for dessert. After I eat my three favorite lean cuisines. When I went to put the cart back, I skipped to the cart return and then broke out into running on the way back to my car. My friend looked at me like a crazy.

I guess maybe I have some nerves about it, too. I want to do better than last year, and my training runs indicate that I should be able to shave an hour off of that no problem. BUT, there are important people watching this time. It's not just going to be kisses from my boyfriend and "every finish a victory" this time around. I really need to do better than last year. And I will. I'm sure I will... right? :paranoid: ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/930-taper-madness.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/886-somebody-please-knock-over-my-trash-can.html Mon, 20 Oct 2008 08:39:49 GMT I am so. fucking. grouchy. :grumpy:

I just want the tension to break already, but I know the ball's ultimately in my court. The ball is always in my fucking court and I always feel this way when I want it to be someone else's turn.


This is the kind of time when it would be really valuable to still have a karate class. A well-meaning friend introduced me to her grappling class a month ago, but I haven't had any desire to go back since it's all the punching, kicking and bruising I miss. I don't really care to roll around on a mat with some strange dude sweating all over me.

But that is also beside the point right now.

I am just so. fucking. grouchy. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/886-somebody-please-knock-over-my-trash-can.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/828-backlash.html Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:04:18 GMT My sister's dog died last week. We are all going to miss him for his sweet, quirky personality, but my sister is a big wreck and I know it. That dog was a total mama's boy and they were practically attached at the hip. I called her yesterday to provide sisterly support and then one thing led to another and we got to the subject of my career of choice. I'll be graduating in May and it's getting too close for me to keep avoiding the subject. I refuse to lie about it.

Anyway, we fought. She said a lot of hurtful, insulting things; I tried to explain my reasons. She said more offensive things; I tried to defend myself without making the conflict worse. She insisted that were were not fighting in the same sentence that she used to drop three F-bombs on me. I said, "okay" and tried to move on. She kept bringing it up and repeating herself with that same disapproving and disgusted tone of voice; I said "okay." She interpreted everything I said as another reason for her to keep saying aggressive things at me and I tried a few more times to defend myself, which made her more aggressive; I said "okay."

Somehow by the end it turned into the supportive sister talk I had originally called to have, but by then my face was swollen with tears and I think she finally maybe got close to the point where she could see that attacking my choices wasn't going to do anything but make me upset. Or maybe she just got tired of me not fighting back with anything other than "okay." Who knows?

I called my other sister today and she helped put it into perspective. I am going to have to expect a lot more of this if I still want to have a family when I become what I intend to become. Despite the fact that they are capable of saying the most hurtful, malicious things of anyone else on this earth and will not hesitate to do so until they get used to the idea, I am still interested in having a family. I'm going to have to arm myself with this expectation of hostility, irrationality, insults and refusals to listen if I am going to achieve what I want. It'll save a lot of tears and grief to know that they just need to say all of this stuff and hear more about it before they can live with it peacefully. It is my fault for not discussing it with them earlier, but at the time I thought it was more important to listen to me without their interfering to understand what it was I really wanted out of life. This is just the cost of that decision and I have to remember that there are going to be a lot more difficult conversations ahead.

Ugh. ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/828-backlash.html http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/816-if-doesnt-really-matter-then-why-not.html Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:17:48 GMT Lately I have been doing a lot of things that people usually do when they care a WHOLE LOT about stuff. For instance, if I were about ten years older, married and getting ready to have children, I'd be doing a LOT OF ANALYSIS about seemingly small things in my life. But I'm not. I'm just the age I am now, single, and not planning on reproducing anytime in the foreseeable future. Yet I'm consciously choosing to eat foods that I know I don't like because of their nutritional value and because I don't like the idea of giving birth to a picky eater. Is this really urgent or worrisome right now? Heck no.

I started thinking about this years ago during my first introductory course in evolutionary biology. I try to keep up with the pop science articles and big breakthroughs in the field because it really interests me. The way I see it, it's like a history and user manual all in one - the field tells the story our bodies and how we are supposed to use them to get the most out of them. Of course, just like most user manuals, it doesn't tell us any of the Whys - just the How. So one of the Hows I read about recently was about picky eaters and how a lot of what we like to eat as children (and usually continue to favor in adulthood) is stuff that our moms ate when they were pregnant with us.

As an aside, my mom ate like a normal pregnant lady when she had her first five kids, but apparently when she got to me, she was tired all of that food and opted to eat little more than obscene amounts of cottage cheese with pineapple. This explains my amour fou with dairy products, fruit, the mixture of savory and sweet, and sweet things in general. Seriously. Amour fou.

In any case, I don't want to give my future kid(s) the same... gift. Instead I'd like to eat lots of currently gross things like onions, peppers and all kinds of those strange vegetables that I don't even know the names of. I want to start eating them now so that when I'm pregnant one day, I will actually like them and so will my supple-spawn.

I don't usually tell people I know in real life about this because I know it sounds like I am really, really crazy OR like I am really, really ready to pop out babies and just in denial about it. I assure you that's not the case. I mean, it's not like I have a lot of free time on my hands, but I am a multi-tasker. As everyday stuff becomes second nature and frees up brain space, I automatically search through my mental processes for other stuff that could be improved. I think we all have a biological software update program built into our OS, and mine is definitely set to automatic with the user preferences locked to changes. This is just what I do. I do things that other people do only when they are terribly urgent, but I do them way in advance so that very few of the big important things in my life become terribly urgent.

So if I'm eating to live and do all of the extreme athletic things I like to do, why not try out different kinds of fuel? I already know that a greater variety is healthy in general, and that lots of the foods I don't like are really good for me. I have also now lived through a year and a half of distance running, during which I fueled my body with all manner of disgusting fluids and semi-solids that brought me absolutely no joy. Why not choke down some onions and brussel sprouts, too? ]]> Supple Cow http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/blogs/supple-cow/816-if-doesnt-really-matter-then-why-not.html