The effect upon one's running that eating crappy (read: overly sugary, overly greasy, but OH so good) food is a bit of a gamble.
Last Tuesday I rolled the dice and enjoyed the lingering effects of a rather large piece of carrot cake - the sugar was pure electricity in my blood. Four miles of WOOHOO!
You can imagine my surprise, then, when I ate well last Thursday, hydrated properly, and could barely get out three miles. I felt light-headed, disconnected from my body, short of breath, and all together out of it. Just shy of three miles of EEEGAD!
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