been away for a spell



Oof.

The last few days have been like a repeated sucker punch to the old breadbasket.

President Trump.  UGH, I might be sick.

I have woken up most mornings in just sheer disbelief.  I have also woken up with a half empty bottle of bourbon next to my bed (the aftermath of late night phone calls between old friends declaring our call to arms).  Like I said, it's been a tough few days.

That being said, I've managed to get my runs in.  They have been a smooth tonic for my battered soul.   I have been a bit of a slouch when it has come to doing my intervals, but I have kept at my regular five milers and my long run on Sundays.

My diet has been terrible and the bourbon fueled evenings have not been helpful, but I have finally pushed through.  Lunch today consists of 2 hard boiled eggs, some potatoes, green beans and arugula.  
I will be drinking water by the gallon until my humors are balanced.

I have a long run Sunday and I will be shooting for seven miles.  I skipped todays run because my knee hurt a little bit on my run yesterday.  Riding my bike until Sunday.

Not much to report otherwise.  Gonna keep fighting.  I mean PRESIDENT Trump???

Jeeeeez.

legs like springs, but no... seriously


I ran my first trail run with the old running club on Sunday.  Being viciously hung over did not help me in anyway whatsoever.  I do not advocate running hungover, no sir, not one bit.

The trails sucked.  I started off feeling pretty good, but my body was not up to the task and at about mile 3 I started to crash hard.  I slowed down considerably and when I thought I might get a second wind I was lead to the base of a very large, seemingly endless, set of stairs.  We rested for about 45 seconds as a group and then up we went.  How I did not succumb to projectile vomiting I will never know.

At the top of the stairs we walked a quick lap and then were off again on our merry way.  And by merry I obviously mean the rest of the crew.  I was crying like a baby who just lost his blankie.

At the end we stretched for a bit and then I ran home.  I was ashamed to say the least.  I find myself wanting to impress my running club.  I want them to see my progress and be blown away.  Unfortunately this is very hard when I show up hung over with the energy of lazy slug. I will get there though dammit!  One day I will run those trails like a Gazelle.  You'll see.

So anywhoo, for my sins I ran another 5 miles on Monday.  I was happy with my pace and I felt like I had more energy.  Right now my game plan is four runs a week, but I may push to five come December.  The legs feel strong and I want to see what they can do!

Happy Day After Halloween y'all.