So it dawned on me the other day that the last post I wrote here was on April 28th. I guess summer is here now and the beer is really cold so writing rants on my laptop seems to take a back seat. I’m kidding! The question at hand, however, is where the hell have I been? Well, that’s complicated, but I’ve been up and I’ve been down. I’ve even picked myself up off the ground. Literally… I fell off my bike last week (again). Those damn pedal straps… I always forget about them when I come to a stop sign. Did I mention I was on a bar crawl and making my way to the 4th bar? Does it matter? No, that’s irrelevant.
Two weeks ago marked 6 months since I decided to leave my full time “9-5” job. It made me stop and think, “Wow, 6 months always seems like such a long time away – but time definitely flew right by me.” When I left, it wasn’t even winter yet and now we are getting 75 degree days filled with sunshine. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying…
The journeys that we embark on are never predictable. In a way, that’s what makes them so much fun. If I knew for sure I was going to wake up with a hangover the next day, I may not drink as much. But, it’s that slight chance of waking up feeling great that keeps me coming back. We can’t choose where we are going or where we will end up. All we can do is point ourselves in the right direction and hope the wind doesn’t blow too hard and throw us off course.
You may have noticed that I did not put up a post last week. Or, you may not have given a shit. Either way… I decided that I wasn’t ready to finish up on the “My Journey Back to Normality” posts. That’s because I failed. I started off great and motivated but I finished lazy and distracted. I lost site of the final goal.
Around this time last year I was drinking a lot of beer. Actually, when I think about it, that’s not that different from right now. Whatever, don’t judge me. Anyway, I felt like people continued to ask me what beer I was drinking and where it was from. I like to drink craft beers and I enjoy them in season. So, for example, I like big hearty stouts in the winter, lighter funky beers in the spring, and “fizzy water” in the summer. I also like to support the local brewers around me. And, as you know… I like to run a lot. When I put all those things together, BAM… I created, “A Few Beers with a Runner.”
Today we are going to take a little intermission in between all the healthy stuff and dive into something a bit different. I wanted to post this article up for all to read about what I do with my spare time. And believe me, there is a lot of it.
Oh what a week! It didn’t start off as well as I had hoped. But then again, when does it ever? My original plan was to get in the gym Tuesday morning but the puppy had other ideas. For those that don’t know, his name is Prefontaine. I named him after my favorite runner from the 1970’s, Steve Prefontaine. You see, Prefontaine is what I like to call, “a pain in the ass.” Well, living up to that, he decided to have “stomach problems” from Monday night into Tuesday morning. I waved “bye bye” to Mr. Sleep.
Sooo for those of you that know me or have been following my shenanigans, you may already know that I fell off the healthy boat a long time ago. I don’t know how to swim so I kind of started to drown. Luckily, somebody threw me a life preserver because I’m making my way back to shore.
Every once in a while I like to let out a good rant. Who am I kidding, I do this constantly but you only hear it occasionally on the site. Contrary to popular belief, I do a lot of reading. Since I don’t have the attention span for long books, it mostly consists of internet magazines, blogs, and health sites. I come across articles that try to “help” people live better lives. They usually tell us how to change a certain aspect of our lifestyle or how to improve a body part. There’s even a TON of articles about beer nowadays. Go figure, we used to drink beer just to get drunk… now we dissect it like a frog in a science class. Either way, here are a few topics that I’m tired of reading about. Writers are making money to put these things together and … well… you’re damn right it bothers me a little bit!