Runnin' Wild!

I'm not much one for cardiovascular endurance training. I'm more of a resistance hypertrophy  and strength kind of bro. That being said, I'm also not one to ignore March Madness spirit or spending time with my family. So when my mother asked if I was interested in running in the Big XII 5K, I accepted!

It's a common theory of BroScience that any sort of long distance running will burn all your gains away and thus make you tiny. This is, of course, contrary to my goal of getting huge. But I didn't care. I ran the 5K with my mom.

It was interesting for a number of reasons. One, I had never run any sort of event like this before. All of my prior running experience is confined to that of a treadmill, which is in no way equivalent to running outside. That being said, I felt great for about the first mile. It was cloudy, relatively cool outside, I wasn't sweating, and my confidence was growing by the step. When we hit about the 1.5 or 2 mile mark, I noticed a solitary drop of sweat running down my temple. Then, before I knew it, I was soaked in electrolyte-rich cooling secretions. I then became acutely aware of the dull burn slowly but steadily growing in my calves and quads. But, when faced with such a great adversity, the only thing to do is to power through! So we did.

But, as per aforementioned potential loss of gains and potential tininess, I took advantage of the post-race recovery devices that were so graciously provided.

As much as I wanted to eat all these bananas, I had a stroke of consciousness and decided to leave some for the other participants. I made do with 2 bananas, a bagel, and some chocolate milk.

Feeling as though this was still not enough to prevent massive muscle loss, my parents and I visited one of the best places for food in Kansas City; that is, if you like Buffalo Wings. The Peanut was recommended to me by my tennis coach (who hails from Buffalo, NY) as the best place in KC to get authentic Buffalo wings. He very well may be have been absolutely right.

First of all, this place is awesome for a very simple reason. When you ask for water, they bring you this:

But really, the real draw is the food. We only ordered two things: wings and rings. The onion rings were also really good, especially with some ranch.

But the main main attraction is, of course, the wings. We ordered 12 wings for 3 people, which would normally obviously not be nearly enough. BUT... these are no normal wings. One of these wings is equivalent to two wings from most other places, as one of these wings is both a "wing" and a "drumette" still stuck together. Plus, these wings are in general bigger than most other places. So, really, 12 wings is just about right for 12 people. My mom only wanted 3, so I volunteered to eat the extra. I had 5 of these wings.

But these wings are not great simply based on their larger size or anything like that. These wings are great because they make them great. The sauce they use has the perfect combination of taste and spiciness. The wings are seasoned perfectly they are sauced, and then fried to a perfect crispness. The wings are not breaded, and so the sauce doesn't make them soggy, and the sauce is just the right consistency to stick to the wings (and your fingers, too).

This was just about the right amount of food to keep me from getting tiny. But not getting tiny is only half of the equation. The other half is getting huge. So later in the day Sidney and I went to Panera.

I got bread with a side of bread. This should be enough to help me get at least a little bit huge.