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!
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Friday, April 12, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Hail Baseball Season: Hating the Yankees Now Involves an Obscene Craft Beer Scam
The Major League Baseball season kicked off Sunday night, but nobody was paying attention to the two Texas-based teams playing. Tonight, my team begins the season in Toronto, against a guy who'll likely make the batters look like they're swatting at flies as the ball floats past them for strike three.
The Cleveland nine will get a head start at leading the league in strikeouts, with that knuckleballer on the mound, while I try to see how difficult it is to play "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" on the fiddle. Because nothing goes better with baseball than fiddle music. Except beer. And peanuts. And hot dogs. But especially beer.
Beer fuels the enthusiasm for your team's success and soothes the pain of my team's demise. Beer tightens the spirit of comradery and loosens the lips that sink ships. And finally, beer strengthens my argument for why the Yankees suck. And nothing makes the national pastime more enjoyable than hating on the Bronx Bumblers.
My morning commute was suffused with joy when an NPR commentator called the Pukes in Pinstripes a "M.A.S.H. unit" because of all their star players who open the season on the disabled list. And guess which team Cleveland plays for their home opener next week? I'm crossing my fingers for a rerun of this game.
But oh yeah, beer.
This has got to be a metaphor for how the Yankees operate. This season, Yankee Stadium unveiled a new beer stand, called "The Craft Beer Destination." Finally, beer enthusiasts were also welcome at the House That Jeter Built. These hop-fans get four — I repeat, FOUR (1-2-3-4!) — selections of "CRAFT BEER," emphasis on the craft. As in, crafty. As in, you shyster bastards.
These four "craft beers" include Blue Moon, Batch 19 Lager, Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy and Crispin Cider. All four of these selections are produced by macrobrewer MillerCoors, and two of them aren't even beers.
Beer enthusiastic baseball fans often must swallow their hopped-up pride and drink the cheap swill sold at 400 percent mark-up in most stadiums. Team BHI long ago embraced "Your Dad's Beer" stand at Progressive Field, which sells the likes of Stroh's, Blatz, Schaefer, Genesee and Pabst Blue Ribbon, among others.
If you want good beer, Great Lakes Brewery and a few other Ohio-based breweries have options available, but you're going to have to pay for this luxury. What's the point of paying more for a beverage than you do for a ticket to the game?
The whole idea of "craft" beer has become a marketing scheme, anyway, with big beer manufacturers releasing beers aimed at people who think Blue Moon is a microbrew. Stick a lemon in it and call it a "Belgian White" beer, and the drunken sheep will follow you to the slaughter. Let the Yankees be your shepherd.
[Hat tip: Deadspin]
The Cleveland nine will get a head start at leading the league in strikeouts, with that knuckleballer on the mound, while I try to see how difficult it is to play "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" on the fiddle. Because nothing goes better with baseball than fiddle music. Except beer. And peanuts. And hot dogs. But especially beer.
Beer fuels the enthusiasm for your team's success and soothes the pain of my team's demise. Beer tightens the spirit of comradery and loosens the lips that sink ships. And finally, beer strengthens my argument for why the Yankees suck. And nothing makes the national pastime more enjoyable than hating on the Bronx Bumblers.
My morning commute was suffused with joy when an NPR commentator called the Pukes in Pinstripes a "M.A.S.H. unit" because of all their star players who open the season on the disabled list. And guess which team Cleveland plays for their home opener next week? I'm crossing my fingers for a rerun of this game.
But oh yeah, beer.
This has got to be a metaphor for how the Yankees operate. This season, Yankee Stadium unveiled a new beer stand, called "The Craft Beer Destination." Finally, beer enthusiasts were also welcome at the House That Jeter Built. These hop-fans get four — I repeat, FOUR (1-2-3-4!) — selections of "CRAFT BEER," emphasis on the craft. As in, crafty. As in, you shyster bastards.
These four "craft beers" include Blue Moon, Batch 19 Lager, Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy and Crispin Cider. All four of these selections are produced by macrobrewer MillerCoors, and two of them aren't even beers.
Beer enthusiastic baseball fans often must swallow their hopped-up pride and drink the cheap swill sold at 400 percent mark-up in most stadiums. Team BHI long ago embraced "Your Dad's Beer" stand at Progressive Field, which sells the likes of Stroh's, Blatz, Schaefer, Genesee and Pabst Blue Ribbon, among others.
If you want good beer, Great Lakes Brewery and a few other Ohio-based breweries have options available, but you're going to have to pay for this luxury. What's the point of paying more for a beverage than you do for a ticket to the game?
The whole idea of "craft" beer has become a marketing scheme, anyway, with big beer manufacturers releasing beers aimed at people who think Blue Moon is a microbrew. Stick a lemon in it and call it a "Belgian White" beer, and the drunken sheep will follow you to the slaughter. Let the Yankees be your shepherd.
[Hat tip: Deadspin]
Friday, May 18, 2012
Flashback Friday: Hipster Baseball Fans
Some will go great lengths to avoid the Bud Light or Miller Lite commonly peddled at Major League Baseball games. Thankfully, Cleveland's Progressive Field offers some alternatives to crappy mass brews: crappy hipster beer.
The "Dad's Beer" kiosk offers such gems as Stroh's, Genesee, Schaefer, Pabst Blue Ribbon and Blatz in a can. PBR can also be found on draft at a few other stands around the stadium. Such cheap swill is the calling card of hipsters throughout Northeast Ohio.
Mrs. Viper and I ventured over to "Dad's Beer," where they also sell fresh roasted peanuts and beef jerky, and procured a couple cans of some old school brew, me with a Stroh's and she with a Genesee (though she later said she really wanted Blatz but didn't see it until after we ordered).
As we sat in our seats just beyond the right-center field wall, I said, "This is how hipsters enjoy a baseball game."
Considering we spent yesterday afternoon watching the Clevelanders beat the Seattleites in extra innings, I fear my dear readers missed out on reading about Wednesday's four-mile run across the Perkins and Riding Run trails.
My legs felt pretty fresh despite Monday's tough run along the Ohio Turnpike--that is, until I reached the first hill. Which, if you know these trails, you know that was pretty quick. So, not so fresh after all. My average pace was again in the 13s.
Back Talk
Wherein we embrace the experiment of one
BrianFlash will be conducting his own experiment this weekend: "My first barefoot race is Sunday. I can't run as fast bare as shod but it will be a nice little test to see how quick I can turn over a 5K on the pavement ..."
Answer: One of my goals this year is to run a race barefoot. I have yet to pick the event. Good luck testing your mettle.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!
The "Dad's Beer" kiosk offers such gems as Stroh's, Genesee, Schaefer, Pabst Blue Ribbon and Blatz in a can. PBR can also be found on draft at a few other stands around the stadium. Such cheap swill is the calling card of hipsters throughout Northeast Ohio.
Mrs. Viper and I ventured over to "Dad's Beer," where they also sell fresh roasted peanuts and beef jerky, and procured a couple cans of some old school brew, me with a Stroh's and she with a Genesee (though she later said she really wanted Blatz but didn't see it until after we ordered).
As we sat in our seats just beyond the right-center field wall, I said, "This is how hipsters enjoy a baseball game."
Considering we spent yesterday afternoon watching the Clevelanders beat the Seattleites in extra innings, I fear my dear readers missed out on reading about Wednesday's four-mile run across the Perkins and Riding Run trails.
My legs felt pretty fresh despite Monday's tough run along the Ohio Turnpike--that is, until I reached the first hill. Which, if you know these trails, you know that was pretty quick. So, not so fresh after all. My average pace was again in the 13s.
Back Talk
Wherein we embrace the experiment of one
BrianFlash will be conducting his own experiment this weekend: "My first barefoot race is Sunday. I can't run as fast bare as shod but it will be a nice little test to see how quick I can turn over a 5K on the pavement ..."
Answer: One of my goals this year is to run a race barefoot. I have yet to pick the event. Good luck testing your mettle.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Faulty Forecasting
I was wrong Friday. Shocker, I know.
I did run three miles on Thursday night, but I did not run at all on Friday. It rained, and I'm not into running enough at the moment to go out in such weather.
The rain didn't let up until well after I left the ballgame after sitting through halfway through the top of the fifth inning (three-hour rain delay). Those pansies wussed out just five outs shy of a regulation game.
It was disappointing that I didn't get to see the finish, but there is no better way to spend an afternoon than at the ballpark with good company. I don't care if it's raining or my team loses. It's worth it to smuggle Cracker Jacks into my mouth underneath a giant blue poncho.
I ran a little under five miles on Saturday, veering off my usual beaten path to run some rough trails. I need to do more of that. The usual routine bores me shitless anymore.
I did run three miles on Thursday night, but I did not run at all on Friday. It rained, and I'm not into running enough at the moment to go out in such weather.
The rain didn't let up until well after I left the ballgame after sitting through halfway through the top of the fifth inning (three-hour rain delay). Those pansies wussed out just five outs shy of a regulation game.
It was disappointing that I didn't get to see the finish, but there is no better way to spend an afternoon than at the ballpark with good company. I don't care if it's raining or my team loses. It's worth it to smuggle Cracker Jacks into my mouth underneath a giant blue poncho.
I ran a little under five miles on Saturday, veering off my usual beaten path to run some rough trails. I need to do more of that. The usual routine bores me shitless anymore.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Now Where Was I?
The Viper has returned. You all can exhale now.
I said I was leaving, but not for good. Just a little vacation away. And unlike you nerds, apparently, I can vacation without jumping on the innernetz every five seconds. (Though, admittedly, I used a computer once to send a belated birthday someecard.)
However, I knew how empty you would feel without a post from me for five days, so I gave you something to sip on while I was gone. And thanks to Tom and Amy at Runners' Lounge, you got a double dose of the Viper. I hope you cellared my bottled wit properly.
But well before I gave you the slip, I was trying to figure out what my goals will be for the remainder of the year. Should I run more races? Should I start streaking? Should I get faster?
While I was running alongside Lake Otsego toward my five-mile turnaround at what appropriately turned out to be the tavern building at the Farmers' Museum in Cooperstown, New York, I decided it just didn't matter what I did with my running the rest of the year. Just that I did it.
I have 791 miles logged so far this year. If I average 20.9 miles per week for the next 10 weeks, I'll hit my 1,000-mile goal. I have one more 5-K planned to complete the Shave Your 5-K Challenge. But I have no more race goals. The 50-minute 10-K and the four-hour marathon will have to wait until next year.
It's already been a good year. Why burden it with more goals?
G'Morning Gorgeous
My 10-mile run this weekend in Cooperstown was amazing. The leaves were in full color-change mode, and out across Lake Otsego there was smoke on the water. Believe it or not, the Viper was actually up before sunrise for a run. And it wasn't even for a race. Vacation will do strange things to you.
Taste Test
What vacation would be complete without some boozing with the locals?
First, there was the Brewery Ommegang, which let me peruse their facilities and try their beer for free. I promise I didn't not taint one of the batches of beer with anything too toxic.
I've been a fan of the Ommegang beers for a couple years, and I have celebrated both of my Akron Marathon finishes with an Ommegang variety, the Hennepin in 2008 and Abbey Ale in 2007.
However, the Rare Vos is quickly becoming one of my favorites, if only my local pub would get it on draft.
Ommegang's winter beer, a stout called Chocolate Indulgence, was actually released the week I was there. It's not my favorite of the chocolate stouts, but it's pretty good.
Second was the Bear Pond Winery, which had a pretty sweet deal for its tasting. For $5, you got six tastes and a $5 credit toward a bottle of wine. So, in essence, it was try before you buy, which is a practice I need to get my local spirits vendor to adopt.
The wine was suitable, but nothing knocked my socks off. The Holiday Bear was the most interesting and therefore the one purchased.
A Few Words on Our National Pastime
Yes, I did some drinking and running in Cooperstown, but as some of you have guessed my main attraction was the Baseball Hall of Fame. This has been on my list of things to do for years. If baseball is your favorite sport, you should go.
I was lost in baseball memorabilia for about four hours and enjoyed every minute of it -- except for when they'd repeatedly remind me of Cleveland's 60 years of futility in the World Series. Like all the images of Willie Mays' phenomenal, over-the-shoulder catch of Vic Wertz's deep fly ball at the Polo Grounds during the 1954 World Series, which led the New York Giants' four-game sweep of Cleveland. Or seeing the exceptionally gaudy Florida Marlins 1997 World Series ring. Or just any time I saw any mention of the Boston Red Sox.
That being said, you Red Sox and Dodgers fans can consider this year the Curse of the Viper. I was rooting for a No Sox World Series from the start of the playoffs. (Go Rays!) And I couldn't bear to see Joe Torre and Manny Ramirez make it again. (Go Phillies!) Baseball has smiled on me. Just remember, there's always next year!
I said I was leaving, but not for good. Just a little vacation away. And unlike you nerds, apparently, I can vacation without jumping on the innernetz every five seconds. (Though, admittedly, I used a computer once to send a belated birthday someecard.)
However, I knew how empty you would feel without a post from me for five days, so I gave you something to sip on while I was gone. And thanks to Tom and Amy at Runners' Lounge, you got a double dose of the Viper. I hope you cellared my bottled wit properly.
But well before I gave you the slip, I was trying to figure out what my goals will be for the remainder of the year. Should I run more races? Should I start streaking? Should I get faster?
While I was running alongside Lake Otsego toward my five-mile turnaround at what appropriately turned out to be the tavern building at the Farmers' Museum in Cooperstown, New York, I decided it just didn't matter what I did with my running the rest of the year. Just that I did it.
I have 791 miles logged so far this year. If I average 20.9 miles per week for the next 10 weeks, I'll hit my 1,000-mile goal. I have one more 5-K planned to complete the Shave Your 5-K Challenge. But I have no more race goals. The 50-minute 10-K and the four-hour marathon will have to wait until next year.
It's already been a good year. Why burden it with more goals?
G'Morning Gorgeous
My 10-mile run this weekend in Cooperstown was amazing. The leaves were in full color-change mode, and out across Lake Otsego there was smoke on the water. Believe it or not, the Viper was actually up before sunrise for a run. And it wasn't even for a race. Vacation will do strange things to you.
Taste Test
What vacation would be complete without some boozing with the locals?
First, there was the Brewery Ommegang, which let me peruse their facilities and try their beer for free. I promise I didn't not taint one of the batches of beer with anything too toxic.
I've been a fan of the Ommegang beers for a couple years, and I have celebrated both of my Akron Marathon finishes with an Ommegang variety, the Hennepin in 2008 and Abbey Ale in 2007.
However, the Rare Vos is quickly becoming one of my favorites, if only my local pub would get it on draft.
Ommegang's winter beer, a stout called Chocolate Indulgence, was actually released the week I was there. It's not my favorite of the chocolate stouts, but it's pretty good.
Second was the Bear Pond Winery, which had a pretty sweet deal for its tasting. For $5, you got six tastes and a $5 credit toward a bottle of wine. So, in essence, it was try before you buy, which is a practice I need to get my local spirits vendor to adopt.
The wine was suitable, but nothing knocked my socks off. The Holiday Bear was the most interesting and therefore the one purchased.
A Few Words on Our National Pastime
Yes, I did some drinking and running in Cooperstown, but as some of you have guessed my main attraction was the Baseball Hall of Fame. This has been on my list of things to do for years. If baseball is your favorite sport, you should go.
I was lost in baseball memorabilia for about four hours and enjoyed every minute of it -- except for when they'd repeatedly remind me of Cleveland's 60 years of futility in the World Series. Like all the images of Willie Mays' phenomenal, over-the-shoulder catch of Vic Wertz's deep fly ball at the Polo Grounds during the 1954 World Series, which led the New York Giants' four-game sweep of Cleveland. Or seeing the exceptionally gaudy Florida Marlins 1997 World Series ring. Or just any time I saw any mention of the Boston Red Sox.
That being said, you Red Sox and Dodgers fans can consider this year the Curse of the Viper. I was rooting for a No Sox World Series from the start of the playoffs. (Go Rays!) And I couldn't bear to see Joe Torre and Manny Ramirez make it again. (Go Phillies!) Baseball has smiled on me. Just remember, there's always next year!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Race Report: Canal Park Home Run Trot
UPDATED July 10, 2008: Davey Tree/United Way race results info is here.
The knee received its biggest test since gimping to the sidelines a few weeks ago. Saturday was the 12th annual Canal Park Home Run Trot 5K and 1 mile run/walk. However, this is the first year I've ever heard of it. I was surprised by the turnout. About 600 racers lined up for the 5K at 10 a.m. -- a start time I appreciated.
Four Booze Hounds participated in the event: three in the 5K and one in the mile. Three were also hungover. Surprisingly, dear readers, I was not one of them. For once, I considered my body, as I figured my knee would appreciate the benefit of my full balance.
When I signed up, I said I'd be happy with a sub-30 effort. So, I'm happy with my 25:37, but ...
Timing Is Everything
For such a small race, I was surprised that it was chip timed. It seems like since the Akron Marathon has been so successful, that races in the area are better organized. However, one problem with this race: there was no starter mat. Just the finish. So really, the chip didn't really change the timing of the race. It just made things easier at the finish without having to hit the chute single file.
I also forgot to start my watch (typical), so I don't have a comparable time to judge what my time might have been if it were a true chip time.
However, for only running 9 miles in the two weeks prior to the race, I'm pretty satisfied. I know I would have PR-ed had my knee been healthy. I had a pretty good strategy: I gunned the first half. If I had stronger base mileage I wouldn't have fallen back as much during the middle mile.
That said, I already shaved about 2:30 from my 5K this year. How do you like them apples, Vanilla? [I assume most of you know about his Shave Your 5K Challenge.]
Of Course
The race course was a relatively flat jaunt through downtown Akron with a few rolling hils. The final mile had a nice downhill to prepare you for the final kick. Although, as luck would have it, there was a stiff headwind when I hit that hill. Better than running into the wind on an uphill, I guess.
Sunny Daze
It was truly a perfect day for a race. It was in the low 40s at the start with no clouds in the sky. Halfway through, I regretted my hat, but I wore my vest and was able to stuff it in my pockets.
Free Stuff
The swag consisted of a decent long-sleeve red T-shirt with the race logo on the front with a better-than-average looking amalgam of sponsor logos on the back, two tickets to an upcoming Akron Aeros (Class AA minor league baseball) game and a cheapo water bottle.
In Other News
It's Opening Day, fools! I'm taking a half-day to go drink beer and watch Cleveland and Chicago play ball. Enjoy the rest of you miserable Monday.
***
The knee received its biggest test since gimping to the sidelines a few weeks ago. Saturday was the 12th annual Canal Park Home Run Trot 5K and 1 mile run/walk. However, this is the first year I've ever heard of it. I was surprised by the turnout. About 600 racers lined up for the 5K at 10 a.m. -- a start time I appreciated.
Four Booze Hounds participated in the event: three in the 5K and one in the mile. Three were also hungover. Surprisingly, dear readers, I was not one of them. For once, I considered my body, as I figured my knee would appreciate the benefit of my full balance.
When I signed up, I said I'd be happy with a sub-30 effort. So, I'm happy with my 25:37, but ...
Timing Is Everything
For such a small race, I was surprised that it was chip timed. It seems like since the Akron Marathon has been so successful, that races in the area are better organized. However, one problem with this race: there was no starter mat. Just the finish. So really, the chip didn't really change the timing of the race. It just made things easier at the finish without having to hit the chute single file.
I also forgot to start my watch (typical), so I don't have a comparable time to judge what my time might have been if it were a true chip time.
However, for only running 9 miles in the two weeks prior to the race, I'm pretty satisfied. I know I would have PR-ed had my knee been healthy. I had a pretty good strategy: I gunned the first half. If I had stronger base mileage I wouldn't have fallen back as much during the middle mile.
That said, I already shaved about 2:30 from my 5K this year. How do you like them apples, Vanilla? [I assume most of you know about his Shave Your 5K Challenge.]
Of Course
The race course was a relatively flat jaunt through downtown Akron with a few rolling hils. The final mile had a nice downhill to prepare you for the final kick. Although, as luck would have it, there was a stiff headwind when I hit that hill. Better than running into the wind on an uphill, I guess.
Sunny Daze
It was truly a perfect day for a race. It was in the low 40s at the start with no clouds in the sky. Halfway through, I regretted my hat, but I wore my vest and was able to stuff it in my pockets.
Free Stuff
The swag consisted of a decent long-sleeve red T-shirt with the race logo on the front with a better-than-average looking amalgam of sponsor logos on the back, two tickets to an upcoming Akron Aeros (Class AA minor league baseball) game and a cheapo water bottle.
In Other News
It's Opening Day, fools! I'm taking a half-day to go drink beer and watch Cleveland and Chicago play ball. Enjoy the rest of you miserable Monday.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
New Country for Old Mien
Another day, another snow storm. I'm sick of writing about the weather. We got three inches of snow last night and we're supposed to get another three to five inches throughout the day. However, I feel like the break is coming. It's right around 30 degrees today, which feels balmy by comparison to the last couple weeks. This weekend, it's supposed to get up to the 40s. So, this snow isn't going to stick around. However, it may mean today is a rest day.
For the past several months, my favorite park has been partially closed during the construction of a "green" building and a new parking area. The construction closed the last half mile of the path, which turned a six-mile out-and-back into a five-miler. Last night, the path was open. It was the first time I'd run the whole thing since September. I missed that half-mile uphill.
After all my hemming and hawing about online running logs, I've finally switched to a spreadsheet. I got really inventive and Googled "running log template." Oddly enough, the very first result was an Excel file from one David Hays. Don't know the guy, but so far I like the running log.
That 15K I've talked about is coming up on March 9. This is going to be a terrible race. It's going to hurt. I haven't gone much beyond seven miles all year and this race has a vicious hill right near the end. I'm slow. I haven't been following a training program. It's going to be ugly. As long as I walk away without a limp, it'll be a good race. And since I haven't run a 15K before, it will be a PR.
As much as the Shamrock 15K will be a pitiful race, it should get me primed for the Canal Park 5K. I've never been big on 5Ks, but I'm pretty excited about this race. First, I think I can PR, which will give me two PRs in one month. Not a bad way to start of the year, eh? Secondly, the perks are pretty nice: a long sleeve T-shirt and two tickets to see the Akron Aeros, which is the AA minor league baseball affiliate for Cleveland.
Ah, baseball ...
For the past several months, my favorite park has been partially closed during the construction of a "green" building and a new parking area. The construction closed the last half mile of the path, which turned a six-mile out-and-back into a five-miler. Last night, the path was open. It was the first time I'd run the whole thing since September. I missed that half-mile uphill.
After all my hemming and hawing about online running logs, I've finally switched to a spreadsheet. I got really inventive and Googled "running log template." Oddly enough, the very first result was an Excel file from one David Hays. Don't know the guy, but so far I like the running log.
That 15K I've talked about is coming up on March 9. This is going to be a terrible race. It's going to hurt. I haven't gone much beyond seven miles all year and this race has a vicious hill right near the end. I'm slow. I haven't been following a training program. It's going to be ugly. As long as I walk away without a limp, it'll be a good race. And since I haven't run a 15K before, it will be a PR.
As much as the Shamrock 15K will be a pitiful race, it should get me primed for the Canal Park 5K. I've never been big on 5Ks, but I'm pretty excited about this race. First, I think I can PR, which will give me two PRs in one month. Not a bad way to start of the year, eh? Secondly, the perks are pretty nice: a long sleeve T-shirt and two tickets to see the Akron Aeros, which is the AA minor league baseball affiliate for Cleveland.
Ah, baseball ...
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