I am a tall, skinny guy with a metabolism through the roof. There is no reason I am so skinny, and it is not for want of trying. I loves me a cheeseburger, fries, pizza, bacon, and a whole host of other junk food. If it were up to me, I would have a steady diet of donuts, greasy food, and little exercise. Fortunately, I have a wife who loves me and wants me to live a long life, so she enforces a more balanced diet for the family than I would choose for myself. Also, I have been told by people wiser than me that my metabolism will catch up to me some day, and just eating right isn’t enough. So, in addition to a more balanced diet, I have also taken up running. I hate running. It is miserable. It is agonizing. My own personal Hell would be running in a windy snowstorm (which, by the way, I have done). What motivates me to run is signing up for races. This gives me a tangible goal to set for myself and if I am r...