Then my plan to break 1,000 miles this year inspires Brooke to send me Abita beer if I do it.
And then MCM Mama joins this worthy cause by offering a hard to find selection or something local (to where exactly, I don't know).
Nic gets on board, challenging me to run 1,005 miles for a Nut Brown ale with the hope that I'm running on New Year's Eve, which is no problem because I did that last year (warning: possibly NSFW asses).
Ms. V won't send me beer (pfft!), but she will send me almonds, which is OK because I like nuts.
These offers are so enticing. I like gifts, especially consumable gifts, and intoxicating consumable gifts even moreso. But then my Viper sense tingles -- and coincidentally causes me to slur my speach -- and I think, This is how Ted Kaczinsky got started!
Thankfully, I know I'm just being
Mile 23, Akron Marathon
Beware of Pumpkin Guts
Day One of the Viper's Winter Cool Down Running Plan was a success. It felt good to get back out there after a weeklong layoff. However, I almost slipped on my ass. I nearly turned an ankle. And I just about stubbed my toe.
Ladies and gentlemen -- and you regular readers too -- please watch where you're running. It seems that this time of year is when certain ne'er do wells enjoy smashing pumkins. Literally smashing pumpkins, not the 1990s band you should have outgrown by now.
[Drunkard's note: I know Smashing Pumpkins made music later than the 1990s, but it wasn't good music.]