Outdoor Running Adventures

Running in northern BC with my dog Kobi

Leave a comment

Why Does Running Make Me so Hungry?

Dog in the forest

Kobi taking a breather on our run today

I’m not sure if it was the fresh air or because my run was over 30 minutes long (closer to 65 minutes), but I was ravenous.  I always seem to be ravenous after a run and especially during and after longer runs.

The second I got back to the house I was tearing through the pantry to find some quick high calorie carbohydrates.  I’m a carb addict.  I love them!  People are mean to carbs and don’t appreciate them for the amazing nutrient they are.

I ended up finding some stale chocolate cookies (made out of cocoa, butter and milk – how perfect is that), a Filipino short bread cookie called Polvoron (seriously, check these out, they’re small and have decent calories in them and are tasty, just a bit dry) and three questionable pancakes (made last Saturday).

Because I can’t do just one thing, ever, I threw the questionable pancakes in the toaster oven, decided I absolutely had to make yogurt so I plugged the kettle in to also make tea because I was cold and to boil water to heat up the yogurt cups, then I put the milk for the yogurt in the microwave and plugged the yogurt maker in to start warming it up.

Fortunately, the circuit breaker shut me down before I could do any serious damage like burn the pancakes, boil the milk over and knock the kettle off the counter.

It wasn’t as simple as just flipping the breaker back on.  That would be easy.  You see, I have this interesting preoccupation when I wear socks on hardwood floors, I have to do the “Risky Business” sock slide on every possible straight stretch where I can get some speed.  This is why I wear Birkenstocks 98% of the time inside the house (I wasn’t wearing my Birks because I couldn’t find them – misplacing things is another super power I have).

While en route to the breaker panel in the basement, I couldn’t resist yet one more “Risky Business” slide (I had already done two en route upstairs) and ended up crashing my ankle into a pile of wood in front of the breaker panel.  I’m not really sure why this wood is there, but that’s another rant.

I’m bruised, but will be fine.  Being the slow learner and multi-tasker that I am I still did a few more “slides” en route to get a load of laundry started as well as getting some chicken out of the freezer for dinner which I forgot about until somewhere between putting the laundry in the dryer, completing the yogurt and the reoccurring hunger pangs.

Thankfully, I did find my Birks and I am once again grounded.