Sneaking out for a four-mile run Sunday morning got me into trouble in more ways than one. Today, soreness is my penance.
Having switched feeding shifts last week, the early hours have started to feel not so terrible. Friday, my extra morning time provided a chance to play my fiddle. Saturday, I just went back to sleep after Baby Viper ate his bottle. Sunday, however, seemed like a good time to run.
I put Little Man back in his crib, making sure he was done being fussy, and kissed Mrs. Viper goodbye. Little did I know that she had hoped to have her own time that morning. I'd be hearing about that later.
The morning was cool, but the humidity foretold the heat and thunderstorms that came later. The only hat I could find to tame my wild morning hair was a winter cap. Otherwise, shorts and a short-sleeve shirt were all I needed.
My route would take me down to my old foe, that old dirty Bastard Garman Hill. It had been quite some time since I last ran up the infamous hill. My pace seemed slow enough to save energy to make the climb, but the intervening month since my last run had drained all my trail-honed hill-running skills. About a third of the way up, my legs said, "No more."
Two more walk breaks were necessary before my run was through. The final tally was an 11:30 mile pace. My calves, hamstrings and quadriceps are all cranky today. That's what I get for being selfish and leaving my wife at home with the baby when she's stuck at home with him all week.
The toughest thing so far about becoming a parent is adjusting to the rearranged schedule. Our time is not our own. Although I've taken advantage of the early hours for some me time, I need to remember to make sure my wife also gets time for herself.
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Monday, October 7, 2013
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
To Register and Not to Register
The pony is officially up. My bank account shows a pending debit of a Benjamin, Jefferson and Washington. I've forked over my registration fees, and my race ticket is now booked. Buckeye Half Marathon and Akron Marathon, here I come, slowly.
There was some speculation that I might also race this coming weekend, but the budget says no. Once again I'll miss the AkRun and Pub Crawl. Maybe next year. Instead, the Enthusiast and I have a date with our fancy new camera that we got for Christmas and keep forgetting to use. We're going on a photo adventure, not that you'll see any of them here.
With my race entries in place, I'm starting to get those "oh shit" jitters. I know it's going to be a struggle to run these events without giving into my competitive urges and getting caught up in racing instead of enjoying myself. One of my big goals for last year's Akron Marathon was to enjoy myself, which I did, but I also set a PR, which made the enjoyment part pretty easy.
Last night, I accidentally overly carb-loaded with delicious Dontino's spaghetti and gained six pounds for this morning's four-miler. I felt gross and was markedly slower than my last run. Although I know I won't be able to run as fast as I did at last year's races, I'd like to at least get down to the weight I was a year ago. Maybe if I spent more money on race fees, I wouldn't have as much money to spend on gorging myself at restaurants.
There was some speculation that I might also race this coming weekend, but the budget says no. Once again I'll miss the AkRun and Pub Crawl. Maybe next year. Instead, the Enthusiast and I have a date with our fancy new camera that we got for Christmas and keep forgetting to use. We're going on a photo adventure, not that you'll see any of them here.
With my race entries in place, I'm starting to get those "oh shit" jitters. I know it's going to be a struggle to run these events without giving into my competitive urges and getting caught up in racing instead of enjoying myself. One of my big goals for last year's Akron Marathon was to enjoy myself, which I did, but I also set a PR, which made the enjoyment part pretty easy.
Last night, I accidentally overly carb-loaded with delicious Dontino's spaghetti and gained six pounds for this morning's four-miler. I felt gross and was markedly slower than my last run. Although I know I won't be able to run as fast as I did at last year's races, I'd like to at least get down to the weight I was a year ago. Maybe if I spent more money on race fees, I wouldn't have as much money to spend on gorging myself at restaurants.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Tuesday Tasting: Thirsty Dog Cerberus
Cerberus is the name of the fierce three-headed watchdog of the Underworld in Greek mythology. It is also the name of a 10-percent ABV Belgian trippel ale by Akron's own Thirsty Dog Brewing.
Were I Heracles, I would have put this beer in a headlock and wrestled Cerberus down to the ground before returning it to the depths of Hades. Were I Orpheus, I would have played my banjo for the beast and serenaded it into a mellow sleep. However, I were neither.
Cerberus pours a light golden color, and I shit you not my first whiff smelled of MGD. However, once the frothy head (nice lacing) settled, the smell seemed to change, more resembling a typical Belgian ale.
Sometime after my first Cerberus and before my last, the Enthusiast informed me that I smelled like cheap beer. This had me worried.
This beer was available at my local grocer in a four-pack, which I teased you with in yesterday's post. I paired this selection with a lamb pita roll from Aladdin's and drank it down during the Cavs playoff win over the Celtics last Friday -- one for each period.
Perhaps my consumption timeline was the culprit. Though the beer first smelled of genuine swill and made me smell like a cheap date at a frat party, the taste was quite pleasant. However, with such a high alcohol content, maybe I shouldn't have been guzzling it so fast.
Beware of hangover.
At a Glance
[Drunkard's note: The Booze Hounds Beer Rating scale (0-5 Hiccups) is based on a complex mathematical formula that would be impossible to explain to such a dunderheaded audience. Let's just say the higher the score, the more likely I am to drink it again. Natty Light would get a zero.]
Were I Heracles, I would have put this beer in a headlock and wrestled Cerberus down to the ground before returning it to the depths of Hades. Were I Orpheus, I would have played my banjo for the beast and serenaded it into a mellow sleep. However, I were neither.
Cerberus pours a light golden color, and I shit you not my first whiff smelled of MGD. However, once the frothy head (nice lacing) settled, the smell seemed to change, more resembling a typical Belgian ale.
Sometime after my first Cerberus and before my last, the Enthusiast informed me that I smelled like cheap beer. This had me worried.
This beer was available at my local grocer in a four-pack, which I teased you with in yesterday's post. I paired this selection with a lamb pita roll from Aladdin's and drank it down during the Cavs playoff win over the Celtics last Friday -- one for each period.
Perhaps my consumption timeline was the culprit. Though the beer first smelled of genuine swill and made me smell like a cheap date at a frat party, the taste was quite pleasant. However, with such a high alcohol content, maybe I shouldn't have been guzzling it so fast.
Beware of hangover.
At a Glance
- Who: Cerberus (Thirsty Dog Brewing Co.)
- What: 10 percent ABV, Belgian trippel, four-pack ($12.99)
- When: May 7, 2010
- Where: The Viper Lair
- Why: Think global, drink local
[Drunkard's note: The Booze Hounds Beer Rating scale (0-5 Hiccups) is based on a complex mathematical formula that would be impossible to explain to such a dunderheaded audience. Let's just say the higher the score, the more likely I am to drink it again. Natty Light would get a zero.]
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