Flashback Friday: Speak the Devil's Name

Public statements sometimes have a way of coming back to kick you in the tender bits. Here's something I wrote only yesterday:

My feet so far have not blistered. Most running shoes are pretty foot-friendly and are virtually seamless. Even if my feet did blister, then they would form a callous when healed. So I'm not too worried about that.

Through the magic of editing, let's revisit one particular sentence above to get to the truth as it stands today: "My feet so far have not blistered." It's not too bad, mind you, but the instep of my left foot and the big toe of my right are a bit raw from last night's five-miler. I'm building callouses sooner than I expected.

Today is a rest day, and thankfully booze reduces pain and improves confidence. I won't be sidelined for long.

Back Talk
Something something you're stupid yadda yadda who cares. See, I can insult my audience too.

MCM Mama went against the Booze Hounds Inc. Code of Ethics and drank green beer on St. Pat's: "I actually drank a green beer for the first time in YEARS. The microbrewery we visited this weekend had dyed their pilsner green. I don't like most pilsners and I can't endorse green beer, but at least it was a free tasting."

Answer: Another article in the BHI Code of Ethics is "if it's free, it's for me." I seem to have a pair of docks. What do you have?

Nic really stepped into the Team BHI shithouse this week: "Yep, I had some green beer yesterday. I'd like to blame it on my wife, but she actually ridiculed me on your behalf when seeing it. It won't happen again, Viper. I promise."

But wait! That's not all he did: "Is it any consolation that the beer I dyed was Harp beer, per Glaven's comment?"

Answer: You dyed the beer, yourself? You're dead to me.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Run well and drink well. Cheers!