You see, this past weekend I was in Colorado visiting my little sister, watching her graduate from college. It was fun to see her graduate, but for some reason I’ll always think of her as being 10 years old. She is lucky I didn’t get her a Barbie for her graduation gift.
She honestly isn’t THAT tall, she is wearing heels. 18” heels. At least that is what I am telling myself
Is it just me, or do I look bloated?
The trail that I ran on passed behind many apartment complexes and houses with either no fence or small fences separating me from their yard. It was interesting to be running along and
Probably one of the most interesting things was right near the turnaround at mile 9 or so. I took a wrong turn on the path and ended up at an intersection where there were people cheering others riding bikes. I stopped and asked one of the spectators what was going on – turns out it was a Sprint Triathlon! I guess I had stumbled upon the bike leg. So, that might have explained why I didn’t see as many runners as I would have thought.
Overall, it was a solid run. 20 miles, 7:49 pace. And, of course you know what I have to do when I have a good run? Drink at the local quasi-micro brew!! New Belgium and their Fat Tire Beer!
My dad and I. Looks like I am double fisting the free beers. I'd never do that. :)
Since it was graduation weekend, it was busier than a whorehouse on dollar night
At least that is what I have been told about whorehouses....
My dad is always good at making friends wherever he goes (I normally swear at strangers and scowl at little kids). One of the people he met gave him a bunch of extra tokens for even more free beer. We were all well served.
To make up for all of the free beer, I decided to buy a few wall tins for my garage wall.
They look as awesome as the beer tastes.