Delayed the long run until Monday after one fun but hectic weekend. The temps were great but had to wait out some lightning and flash-flooding. Once I did get out there, it continued to sprinkle throughout which was such a nice change from what I've had to deal with lately on long runs. So the title refers not so much with the presence of rain but that I was succesfully able to pull off the mid stride micteration. That's right folks I was able to purge that 3rd cup of coffee while legging it out and I plan to do it again when I return to the friendly confines of Cedar Lane.
I think the above notion, be it disturbing or no, was in a way prompted by this weekend's goings on which included a 5k, half of which I had to solo into a stiff 25mph headwind. Next was the drive with Darren and Skolnick to McNellie's in T-town to consumate the winnings from the Pub Run. A good crew showed up and we burned through $450 in record time. I was unhappy to see a single cent go towards girly drinks and sugary cocktails but alas the company was good and the waitresses were quite helpful(until Darren scared them away). We woke the next morning at Billy's Backyard Chicken Ranch and Hostel but had to flee the scene to get Skolnick back to that bastion of consumerism, Starbucks. After a coffee and a quick chat with Boston Amanda, I headed over for a 12 miler at Sutton on about 3 hours of sleep. While there was a bit more in the way of details and debauchory, I was more or less invigorated by the fact that I weathered a blur of a weekend and I think Monday's antics signalled my JOIE DE VIVRE from the culmination of it all...
I think the above notion, be it disturbing or no, was in a way prompted by this weekend's goings on which included a 5k, half of which I had to solo into a stiff 25mph headwind. Next was the drive with Darren and Skolnick to McNellie's in T-town to consumate the winnings from the Pub Run. A good crew showed up and we burned through $450 in record time. I was unhappy to see a single cent go towards girly drinks and sugary cocktails but alas the company was good and the waitresses were quite helpful(until Darren scared them away). We woke the next morning at Billy's Backyard Chicken Ranch and Hostel but had to flee the scene to get Skolnick back to that bastion of consumerism, Starbucks. After a coffee and a quick chat with Boston Amanda, I headed over for a 12 miler at Sutton on about 3 hours of sleep. While there was a bit more in the way of details and debauchory, I was more or less invigorated by the fact that I weathered a blur of a weekend and I think Monday's antics signalled my JOIE DE VIVRE from the culmination of it all...
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