I have a confession. I love to eat snacks. Okay, junk food. Who doesn’t, right? But I think I might have a problem.
See, I went through our pantry the other day, a pretty typical day in a pretty typical time of year around our house, to take inventory of our snacks.
And I counted – wait for it – 13 bags/boxes of different snacks. That didn’t even include some duplicates! Amongst them: regular pretzels, honey mustard pretzels, kettle chips, baked cheddar and sour cream chips, sea salt pita chips, salt and vinegar chips, salt and vinegar crisps, nuts, and a snack mix of assorted pretzels, chips and curls.
Yes, I know, not healthy. But wait, I run, remember? Quite a bit, thank you very much. I earned the right to eat such things! The same goes for my love of beef/turkey/bison jerky, too. And cheese. And the list goes on and on. Just ask anyone who really knows me.
While I ran for sports in junior high and high school, I didn’t really become a runner until 1986, and that was – wait for it – because I started to gain weight. I wasn’t about to give up my love of food – snacks or otherwise – so I turned to running.
I know some people will frown upon my habit of buying one kind of snack or another EVERY time I go to the store, regardless of what I already have at home, but I think it is helping me lead a balanced life. Paraphrasing a line from my old life in the Harley-Davidson marketing world: “Live to Run, Run to Eat.” Zen-like, I know.
My snack habit stems from childhood, specifically visits to my grandmother’s house. It was awesome going there, because she had bags and bags of snacks to enjoy! Nothing like it at home! Woo hoo!
Well, the example she set was not one of a healthy lifestyle. She was obese, and had diabetes. Yet she lived to the age of 85.
My other grandmother was more puritan in her dietary intake and generally took much better care of herself, even walking twice a day in her later years. She was maybe 4-foot-8 and weighed 90 pounds fully clothed for winter. Interestingly, she also lived to be 85.
So class, what have we learned? Which path is the right one? I prefer a line from a great book about running called “Once A Runner.”
“If the engine is hot enough, anything will burn – even Big Macs.” Indeed.



