It’s been a few weeks since I’ve updated the blog. I swore that I’d be better than this. To punish myself for this lack of *~incredibly valuable content~*, I decided to make myself eat a bunch of meat bars.
OK, so this wasn’t the most random thing that I’ve ever done. In a few weeks, Team Hot Bhattis is reuniting to run another Ragnar Trail Relay. The last time we raced together, we ate nothing but KIND Bars for 32 hours. This time around, I want to be prepared with the types of snacks that keep me away from the all-you-can-eat s’mores table at 2 a.m.
So against the recommendation of every doctor in America (probably), I bought every meat-based protein bar that I could get my hands on. After a frustratingly long search, I ended up with an Epic Bar, a Krave Stick, and one from an off-brand called “Vermont Smoke & Cure.” I rated each one on a scale of “Rag-nommm or Rag-nahhh.” Here’s what I found.
A couple weeks ago, Jess and I drove down the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles. I didn’t travel a lot before we got married, so this trip made me feel very fancy. Plus, we got a whole bunch of pictures that look great on Instagram.
Like most teenagers, I tried so hard to be cool in high school. So if you had told me that I’d own multiple running fanny packs as an adult, I bet my response would have been a quote from a dumb song about being young forever. Then, I would have asked you to delete my phone number.