Red Dirt Harriers

Another big week in the books. It's been pretty random Oklahoma winter weather which is nothing if not normal but today did mark the return of some humidity and windy weather, the kind of stuff that makes me do lots of self medicating with coffee in the morning and beer in the evening, otherwise I get all sorts of pressure headaches and loopy sensations. I had the pleasure last weekend of hanging in Dallas and doing some consumption of fine things. That means meat and bloody marys, maybe the odd mid grocery store pint. Anyone who has taken on a churascurria knows that as soon as you set foot in the door and make eye contact with one of those gauchos, its as if a challenge has been uttered and you must eat what for me is like a six months alotment of red meat. I made good on my promise and out ate everyone in the restaurant, with only minor issues the rest of the night. The next morning, Jenny and I dispatched of some fine Texas vodka and a chicken fry and migas. All in a days work,...

On returning form blogging hiatus, I came up with a few new spins for my posts. I'm going to try to do a weekly "best of training week" shout out and maybe provide a garmin recount. Next, I'll do more photos to convey just what I'm dealing with on foot. Honestly, I probably won't be running with a camera much but maybe every so often I'll lug the phone out into the red dirt Highlands of Oklahoma, where dogs run free as the wind and things haven't caught up to the modern era with paved roads and such, so I see fewer cyclists but just as many huge pickups to kick up clouds of dirt in my face. here goes: The one time last week I really wished I had a camera took place out in the boonies on a solo run, I saw two different owls. These things are pretty badass looking and it was a little surreal to see multiple birds on different parts of the run. Imagine seeing this guy at mile 11 of your run staring you down: