Two of my favorite things in this world are running and beer. After that it goes… coffee, writing, fiancé, and my pain in the ass puppy. A few months ago I decided to mold my top two favorites together. Why can’t I run then drink lots of beer? Who says that’s wrong?
This week I decided to submit a post that I wrote a while back but never published. Consider this my “Throwback Thursday” article. I went out for a 5 mile run last year and my body was screaming for me to quit the entire time. This is a great example of how the mind can force the body into doing things it may not like, but can accomplish. We don’t push ourselves enough nowadays and mediocre becomes normal. It just goes to show that you can do whatever you put your mind to. I hope you enjoy.
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.