225 Days.

Today after the Races they had a Potluck dinner for the crew. As I got there they were cracking beers and celebrating a great year. I walked in and the first thing someone does is crack a beer and hand it to me. I stood there and I looked at it for a second and I walked up to the guy and said Thanks but No thanks. 

He looked at me and said "You don't drink?"I explained to him that I am 225 days sober and that I have had a hard time and as tempted as I am I would have to decline. He told me to go grab a (soda) pop and I declined that too. I told him water for me thanks. Again he questioned why I don't drink pop and I told him I'm 2 years no pop. 

As we were sitting eating he looked across the table and said to me, “Man you are a beast, I just heard that you are running something crazy next week.” I told him about my race and my goals in the near future and he was in shock. He then understood why I was saying no to pop and the junk food.

Today I feel good that I was able to say No and enjoy myself with everyone drinking. Now to focus on next weekend, My Race. Night everyone.