Dad says you have to do something three times before it becomes a ritual. If that’s true, I am 12 days away from the jelly donut being my new favorite ritual.
I participated in an on-line conversation recently where people were discussing what they craved most after a big race. Now that I’m the veteran of six half marathons, I felt like I could answer that one. “Nothing!” Which, to that moment, was true.
I’m usually very focused on giving my last ounces of energy at the end of a race. I push hard, try to shave a few more seconds off my time. I’m pretty tired by the end, and while many runners are famished at this point, I’m not one of them. I’m spent, but I’m just not hungry.
But on Saturday, when we got back from our 12 mile Team training run, someone had a box of Dunkin’ Donuts Munchkins on the table. I grabbed one. It was a jelly donut hole.
It was amazing.
I don’t really eat jelly donuts. I like my sweets to have chocolate in them. Or sometimes caramel… or peanut butter. If you really want me to love you forever, maybe all three of those things together. Not that fruit is bad, I like fruit, and when I eat a fruity desert, I’m generally happy (mmmmm…. pie).
But I digress. I’m just not interested in jelly donuts… but after running 12 miles, that little donut hole just hit me in all the right places. It was like I could feel the sugar coursing directly from my mouth to my blood stream. It wasn’t regular jelly. That little munchkin was an endorphin releasing, muscle building, recovery inducing harbinger of physical peace and true joy.
It was so good, I went to a donut store on the way home to get a full sized jelly donut. Which was also amazing.
Next week, I’m just going to grab that donut on the way to practice so I can eat it as soon as I finish. I may even carry it with me so I can eat it in the parking lot.
And seven days later, a ritual will be born.