I’m slamming coffee down and hoping that the 2 degree reading on the outside thermometer somehow climbs into the mid-teens
in the next thirty minutes so I can head out on a run without worrying about my fingers falling off. I’m also reading an interesting take on the salt debate. As in “should the government regulate salt in foods in order to make America healthier?”. I grew up with the notion that an overabundance of salt was bad and that cutting back on it was good for your heart. But, as with a lot of scientific studies declaring the evils of things like “fats” and ” sugars”, the idea that salt is detrimental to health is not as clear cut as we would like to believe. I mention this article for two reasons: 1) The idea of regulating America’s diet has not really worked, and in many cases has made us fatter. So why does the government keep doing it? Getting rid of vending machines in schools is a good idea. What is not a good idea is trying to push dietary recommendations that have little grounding in fact, and 2) I love the new restaurant Salt in Boulder. Stop messing with its main ingredient. The Feed:
While we’re on the nutrition kick for a second, check out this graphic of the actual ingredient list for Hot Pockets, as done in a hipster/modern art style to make you feel cool while simultaneously making your stomach hurt. I love that they contain “natural smoke flavor.” Where do you get that in the grocery store?
I love this story: Kelly Hansen is a runner who is trying to become the youngest runner to complete a marathon on all seven continents. She completed her first marathon, the Boston Marathon, because her boyfriend at the time told her she would never be able to complete one. So in a bought of “F you” spiting effort she banged it out and has been doing them since. Most girls would react to a challenge like this by having some sort of epic emotional meltdown that would end with flowers and a nice dinner. Kelly ran 26.2 miles with minimal training. I don’t usually do this Kelly, but I would like to be given the opportunity to be your boyfriend. And drive you into another epic spite filled pursuit.
Some random bike porn for you; the Team Bissell’s Pinarello Dogma 60.1. Red makes it look fast.
Guns are now allowed in National Parks. Thanks Congress for making our camping trips that much more exciting. Nothing says “enjoying nature” like strapping on a gun (that’s not allowed to be loaded) and walking around with families in places like Yosemite and Grand Teton. The Adventure Life has a great look at the ridiculous reasoning behind our new found “security” in the parks system.