This past weekend, a cookie store in Austin was having its grand opening. As a promotion, they were selling a dozen cookies for two dollars. Having not had a freshly baked cookie in some time, I waited anxiously all week for this event.
I even justified my eating of a planned purchase of three-dozen cookies by completing a triathlon the morning of my supposed cookie bounty harvest. You can imagine my overwhelming frustration when, just as I had completed the last two hours of a bike ride to the store, I was greeted not with the aroma of oatmeal raisin deliciousness, but a three-hour line!
No way was I going to stand in the Texan summer sun for that long! As I began to ride away sullenly, I was met with an immediate realization: I had just spent the last five hours exercising and needed food right away.
