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Everything is Bad for You

By Chris Randall After a slow, easy run on a beautiful Sunday morning, I decided that the only thing missing was a fat stack of pancakes. Yes, pancakes. Those succulent, golden, sweet, heavenly cakes spawned from the pan. I couldn’t remember the last time I had pancakes, and I was feeling adventurous so I figured, “Hey, what the heck?” They weren’t anything too special,...