Thankfully, this is a backdown week, and an extra day of rest felt like a good idea after my fast and wonky five miles yesterday morning. What was a measly three miles going to do for me anyway? It certainly wouldn't have given me an extra half-hour of sleep.
Begrudgingly, I still had to get up for work. However, I'm only staying until 1 p.m. The Enthusiast and I are headed for a Goodtime and early Happy Hour in Cleveland.
Back in high school, my oldest friend and I would sometimes drive all the way to the campus before we decided we'd rather be truant.
One time we decided to go to the Flats to hang out for the day. We walked into the Spaghetti Warehouse for lunch and suddenly found ourselves surrounded by police.
There we were, two high school kids skipping school, eating pasta and trying to play it cool in a roomful of cops. They were none the wiser, but we couldn't wait to split town.
Looking back, I suppose Cleveland has more threatening things to worry about than a couple of gawky teenagers. But at the time, I thought we were nabbed for sure.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!