In a fit of anger and hunger following an attempt to find a trail race to fit into our April schedule, Snowman yelled out "I want donuts!" So, off to Dunkin Donuts we went, in a fit of blatant junk food binging. Of course, it was 5pm, so the donut choices were slim, but we managed to pick a half dozen and promptly finish them all off. Yup, 3 donuts each. Before dinner. How "fat American." But at least we ran for 8.5 miles earlier. That makes the donuts not count, right?
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