Red Dirt Harriers

All right here I am. I'll lay it all out for you. I've been lax, I've been busy, I've been angry. I've biked alot of miles instead of run them, I've drank a lot of beer without having run to and from the bar, and I've set not a one race goal for the future whilst listening to and watching those around me tear up the scene. But on this day, I have bucked that trend, I've run to a bar and quaffed one beer and then another. I timed this so as to ensue with a certain cold front that was blowing through town so that I was particularly chilled whilst sitting on the patio at the Library but perfectly acclimated while running home, dare I say outstanding. I am really glad to see my friends around me feeling good and running well and I will ride the upswell of energy that I pulled from this weekend to get my own ass in gear.

Those were the words uttered, or shouted, over and over at me through the phone as Skolnick and I headed out of the apartment to see what manner of road kill awaited. As we headed down Buchanan St. to try to corral a one Spenis Hunt, we started peaking in to several bars to see where this hooligan was lurking. Our phone convo circuitously proceeded something like Me: All right man we're looking for you, so you're in Joe's? Spenis: Yeah Joe's and Othello's. Where you at? Me: I coming from just up the street at Essex, stay where you are we're coming for you. Spenis: Where you at? La Luna? I'm at White St. and Boomer. Me: Fuck me. How the hell did you get over there so fast? Now where are you, we're on White St. and I don't see you. Spenis: Where the fuck you at? So as you can see, we were in a bind. Spencer was clearly obliterated, PD were out and about, and I couldn't seem to find the asshole, considering I'm walking down the street, which are...

After some deliberation, I finally agreed to head out on the bike with my co-worker Duke Kern, on the bike. I needed to get in something a little more serious in the way of active endeavors what with everybody around me doing all manner of good things on the run. I met Duke and a few other guys from Fossil 1 racing at the Draper marina and headed south, covering all manner of Norman, OKC, and Slaughterville countryside. I felt reasonably good for about 45 miles and then I incurred a definite hitting of the proverbial wall, which saw me crawl in while one of the other guys that's a little off his game paced me. All in all it was a good one for sure and I definitely need to learn to eat and drink more on the road and most importantly get out on the road for some longer jaunts. I covered right around 60 miles in 3:10 or so, while the others pulled away by a minute or two in the last 5 miles or so. I was pretty beat at the end, I've never ridden that far, but I enjoyed the company ...

I'll be making a concerted effort to amp up my posting and maybe throw in a couple "best of" posts since I have been so pitiful in keeping up with this thing. Must. Find. Motivation.

As has been the trend for quite sometime now, I'm battling injury so I'm hitting the bike which is not so unpleasant and allows me to commute to work in a fairly timely manner without the use of a drop of that blasted petrol. Speaking of combustible compounds, I have been back at the fermenter, priming yeast for battle. My latest beer has yet to be named, suffice it to say that it's a BIG BEER. I started with a sweeter Irish style stout so, think sweeter than a Guinness but drier than a Sam Smith, and then I elected to ferment on American Oak soaked in a little Michael Collins. So time shall render a verdict, I will definitely cask next week and I should be able to get a sense of the direction that this thing is headed. It will definitely be a beer that should benefit from time in the bottle because of such a spectrum of ingredients. Last point of order, I was unable to attend the McNellie's Pub Run 2009 which I'm not pleased about. In any case, I think the race des...

I'm coming to you live from NW Nompton holding down the fort at my friend Vickie's place. The vantage is good, said characters and myself are nursing a tall beer, eating some Triscuits and making sure not to poop in the house because mama gets upset when that happens. We'll be heading out for a walk/jog in a couple minutes but I'm pretty sure Molly and Bandit are pussys, because they're both pure bread Toy breeds and so I'm guessing running ain't gonna fly. They can haul ass around the house when they here me open the fridge, though. Best case scenario is I get them home without getting beat up by any stray cats or armadillos. I managed to again meet my match on the injury front in the form of a glorified hamstring strain and am hopefully ready to do some running again after a 2 week layoff. I have not been doing any exciting travelling but have made the most of my free time by studying the art of zymergy, potentially coming up with a new concept beer, liste...

1. Ran a low-key 10k last weekend around the state capitol, winning by default to collect a few clams, more happily, I didn't seem to injure anything and was able to get after it the last 5k meaning progress has been made... 2. Jerry Faulkner ran a solid time at the Quad Cities Marathon last Saturday. The guy had done some great summer marathon training and it paid off. That being said, it also may have knocked out a few chinks along the way, but I think it took his training to a new level and I guarantee he's got faster days ahead if he keeps his head down. 3. We finally were able to get a proper-like sushi crawl going in Norman. We went Gaijin (at their new location?), O- , and In the Raw. Lance wasn't the only tired puppy at days end but I closed the day at the shop (45minutes tardy) meeting and re-inspiring some OU art kids. One was a scrawny ex-runner for Calvin College and Brian Deimer, chances are I probably ran against him at the Notre Dame Invite in 2001 and that ...