I think the phrase you are looking for is "scarf down like a rabid animal"

Now, I am not a huge bagel person. I know, this is hard to believe since I live in a city made out of bagels. But I have my morning pre- and post- workout breakfast routine, and it's consistency is comforting. Steel cut oatmeal before I run, yogurt and almonds once I get to the office. What? you expected a food blogger to eat cassoulet for breakfast?

But since I started running with a bunch of CRAZY LADIES every day, my schedule has changed a bit. For example, yesterday there was a plate of home baked cookies innocently sitting in the office break room, and I'm not saying anything indecent happened, but I found myself making excuses for my long absence to coworkers with crumbs all over my face.

And today--finally--I worked up to the mid-week mid-distance run. That means, as if running an obscene amount of miles every week isn't enough, these girls feel its necessary to do an extra "push" on wednesdays. The only thing I generally like to push on Wednesday is the "more wine please" buzzer. But I finally did it, still sore from monday and tuesday, and it wasn't pretty. 11 miles is not usually enough to blog about, but what happened afterwards was.

Usually I do long runs on saturday and then collapse into a coma (hopefully in the vicinity of my bed) immediately after, for about 2 hours. I then wake up and commence to eat every carb within hobbling distance. But on a Wednesday, I barely had time to limp to the shower and sneak into work late, let alone take a dead nap. And while hobbling to the train, I literally could not help myself from going into a deli and ordering a bagel with peanut butter. It was like an out-of-body experience. I could tell that I was walking into a deli, saying something, and then scarfing something chewy and peanut buttery like a rabid animal would maul a squirrel, but it was as if I was watching it from far away.

Who was this person who ate a bagel with peanut butter in under 4 seconds? will she be back next Wednesday? Is this what my life will be like from now on?

I'm sorry, I would write more, but I need to eat again. I think there are donuts around here somewhere.