The other runners in the squad had all been to Virginia before, and all had the routine down. The routine included eating lunch at Paul’s Deli before the race. Paul’s Deli served personal pizzas, subs, and sandwiches, the best for a pre-meet meal being pizza. The other three all ordered and recommended what they thought to be the best pizza to me, but something else had caught my eye. Paul’s Saturday Special, a double-decker Reuben overflowing with corned beef, Swiss cheese, and finished off with a healthy layer sauerkraut. Our coaches had warned us about the dreaded “energy zapper” and this sandwich embodied all that was energy zapping. Boasting an inordinate quantity of protein and salt, this Reuben had all the necessary components to demolish any chance of a good performance. I had to eat it.
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Coming into the final stretch of my half-mile, I had successfully held onto our lead and held down my lunch. I handed off the baton in a time lower than I had ever run before. The Reuben had served me well, and boy was I an ass about it.
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