Last week I was doing a fartlek (speed play) run with Fern. As we sped up the steepest hill, our heart rates zooming up into the highest zones, she started reciting the ingredients in the salad she prepared for lunch after she finished the run. While I was trying just to breathe and keep moving forward, she merrily sang out: "avocoado - huff, huff; chicken - huff, huff; favorite vegetables". The vision of the beautiful, delicious salad powered her up the hill. After we caught our breaths and flew down the other side of the hill, we laughed about the motivational qualities of food.
Saturday the marathon group planned breakfast/brunch/lunch after finishing 18 miles. Cups of hot coffee warmed cold hands, glasses of chocolate milk refueled our muscles, and eggs, sandwiches, and Chauncey's house specialty - home-made potato chips - satisfied our hunger. The meal wasn't just about the food, although eating was definitely a priority. The time together to talk, laugh, and get to know each other better fueled our minds and emotions as we replaced our energy stores.
We decided to skip dessert.
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