Flashback Friday: Energize, Mr. Scott

Little did I know that the cause of my Star Trek hallucination would be the subject of a news segment on our local NPR station during this morning's commute.

Those otherworldly bleeps, sweeps and creeps — hello? name that reference — burst from my car radio speakers and transported me back to the wooded parcours at Sand Run, where the things that would otherwise go bump in the night (i.e., under car tires) are protected with road barriers.

I knew about the salamander migration, but didn't realize where this local phenomenon occurred. With the road blocked off, it's tough to get back there and witness the amphibians making their way to their vernal ponds to engage in lascivious behavior. It's tempting to don my headlamp and go for a spooky night run through the park.

My running clothes have been in a bag in my car the last two days, but April showers are in full effect. We've had some wicked lightning and dreary rain this week, but that's supposed to clear up this weekend. My arms are recovered enough to do too many pull-ups again, and my legs may be ready to expand my distance. How about a run?

Back Talk
Wherein we're talking baseball

Jamoosh takes a break from hating on the Yankees to dispel my theory that the Cleveland nine will lead the Majors in strikeouts: "FYI - Sure, it's early, but the 'L'Astros are on pace to break the major league season strikeout record. So yeah, we've got that..."

Answer: I'll concede the strikeout title to Houston. Thankfully, Cleveland is eyeing another feat, having switched gears to focus on recording the highest ERA in baseball this year.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!