Somebody asked me the other day, not using quite this language but I’ll translate into athlete-speak, if I had my nutrition dialed in for marathon base building. Um. We got to the bowling alley and there were no lanes for four hours but O. wanted to hang out and watch people throw strikes for awhile so I bought us lunch from the snack bar. He ate a hot dog. I ate a plate of fries. No prizes for either of us.