After my 10 slow-paced and pokey miles (equivalent to 1000 of your killer miles due to my severe out-of-shapedness) I had a rare filet mignon, tossed salad with Ranch dressing, mashed potatoes slathered and swimming in butter, and a gallon of sweetened iced tea.

That was four hours ago. Currently I'm contemplating a bowl of double chocolate ice cream but since I don't have any, I'll just dream about it.