Farewell Costco Dogs

We have now moved into the year 2026. I’m sure thousands of people have set the resolution to get their health back on track this year. I decided I was going to attempt to get better at running. I am not a runner. When I was 13 years old and playing football for a small middle school in Colorado I was told by a teammate that I looked funny when I ran. I never really ran again after that. Yesterday was Sunday and I decided I was going to weigh out all my food and have everything ready so there was no excuse for me to not be on track starting the first Monday of January. I charged my headphones, I made sure my workout pants were washed, I even had a fresh pair of new balance running shoes, ready to go.

An immediate trigger of football and beer hit me around 6:30 PM and I decided I would go watch the second half of the game with some friends and only have a couple. I in fact had maybe four and went home and was out walking the dog till well after midnight. My brain just couldn’t calm down and I woke with a massive headache per usual. I get up and I go to work and my client wants to go to Costco… Being hung over in a Costco is a totally different feeling of hung over. It’s like people don’t have any idea how to drive a shopping cart or the etiquette of getting the fuck out of the way. I lasted all but 35 minutes before I had to go back and sit in the truck. I now am slamming a quarter pound Glizzy with mustard, people watching when a completely ripped couple walked by and make eye contact mid bite. All I could think to myself was is this my rock bottom? Am I the person that eats quarter pound hotdogs in their truck? I knew right then that I had to make a choice… Between the Oh so deliciousness and a life I had avoided. I started to research how many miles a person had to run to burn the calories of that Costco hotdog. 5 to 6 miles to be exact… 580 cal was the damage. Was it honestly worth it? I think not. That breaking of the skin between my teeth, had a grip on my brain and convinced me I needed it more than I did. I had to bid farewell to my Frankfurter friend. In addition to so many other things in my life that I choose to ingest, I knew my days were numbered with this addiction.

The $154 box of healthy groceries that sat in the back of my truck reminded me that I was in fact running, running from a better life. I then realized I am a runner and I’ve ran long enough.