Icknast. Ran 5.1 miles after work today and it was bloody disgusting. I just got a bug in me and had to run. I rationalized by telling myself I ran Wednesday morning, so Thursday afternoon is pretty much two whole days later…ish.
The plan (that you already know I didn’t stick to, hence the italics) was to do a mile warmup, 3 miles fastish, and a mile cool down.
I ended up finishing in 55 minutes. I had to walk. It felt wretched. But I took a cold shower and cracked open a cold beer (or as we say in Texas, “col’ beer”) and now I am okay.
Thank you for your concern.
There really is no sensible explanation for why I would run in 100 degree heat when I could simply wait two hours and run in 85 degree heat (yeah, because that’s a lot better).
After the fiver from hell, here’s what I did:
Harpoon Leviathan Imperial IPA (9.3% ABV/120 IBUs). Yeah, it’s got ME written all over it. Bottle says best by 10/15/09, for what it’s worth.
I tried it for the first time on tap at Patrick’s, and it is, obviously, better on draft, but I still liked it. It’s really smooth and light for the ABV.
Pathetically, it’s 10 p.m. and past my bedtime…hoping the next time you hear from me I’ll have an ecstatic account of how I totally murdered 8 miles at 6 a.m. Saturday morning.
Otherwise, I’ll see you in hell.
