There is a McDonald's in downtown Decatur that is perfectly placed at about 45 minutes in to my new long running route. 45 minutes is the length of time from having fueled and hydrated before leaving the house that I find myself looking for a restroom. There is a way to go in the side door so that the counter staff never even know that I've used their facilities without also availing myself of a Big Mac.
Eating at McDonald's would be an absolute last resort. I eat a lot of totally crap food (QuickTrip and Waffle House are favourites) but for some reason I just can't sink to McDonald's. I guess I'm a hypocrite for using their facilities but not being a patron. Oh well, chalk it up to the perils of urban training.
