This afternoon I did a workout that was on the hard side--jumping rope and animal walks and a 100 pull-ups--and what sustained me was envisioning myself at the BC game on Saturday with Chris and Kevin and Max eating unhealthy ballpark food. In a sense, I was erasing my guilt before I even felt it. But then when I log on to my blog, my sister is asking if I'm up for a run before the game. Well, how can I do that, jarring my stomach around on the streets of Boston? Do you think that's any way to prepare for a hot dog eating contest with your big brother? So, I guess the best I can do is to take it under advisement.