I've been stuck in neutral. While the needle on my running log hasn't moved in more than a week, the needle on the scale has been creeping upward. It's not that I ever had much hope for my goal of averaging 20 miles per week, but my mileage tracker has just crossed 200 miles ... in the negative. I no longer have the cold to complain about as the weather has finally started to resemble Spring. However, my motivation has been in such a constant state of "meh" that I have barely thought about running other than to posit that I should be when I'm not. This weekend would be ideal to squeeze in some miles, but a busy schedule looms. The happy news is that patio drinking is just around the corner. In fact, if it's dry this evening, we'll give it a try for Happy Hour.
Wherein we remember small beer.
Ironman By Thirty comes to the realization that the end of Prohibition was the start of mass-produced shitty beer: "3.2%? So only PBR?"
Answer: And Rolling Rock.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!