I have a meeting with a senior exec at work I quite dislike on Friday. Sometimes we get donuts at the meetings, and he frequently accuses us of eating too much junk. He's in his early fifties and sporting a big old gut, and I'm in the best shape of my life and running (not racing) 20K on Sunday. I think I may be able to do some prime shitlording courtesy of a semi-necessary carb load and the help of a half-dozen donuts... not nutritionally sound, but quite possibly worth it.