Uggh. Forgive me runners for I have sinned. I've been sicker than a dog (are dogs that sick?) and haven't ran in going on 3 days. While some people enjoy the time off while sick, I get anxious about training days lost. (For the record, my next "goal" marathon is in 7 weeks - not that I am counting) My 800s and 9 miles of running on Tuesday were the last thing that I've been able to do. Since then, it has been a whole lot of this and not a lot of running:
Who wants a big bowl of Adam this morning!?
Everyone? That is what I thought.
Wednesday I was down for the count with a 102 fever which lingered through Thanksgiving. That meant no Turkey Trotting for me. Instead I've been coughing like a smoker and blowing my nose like a coke head. It is particularly frustrating because I was really looking forward to the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving. I was going to meet up with some coaching buddies, some blogger buddies, and hopefully chat with an elite runner whose last name is Limoncello. But, even though I said that I wasn't going to make any excuses, that didn't mean that I was going to be stupid. Hopefully tomorrow will bring some miles.......
But, what I missed in Turkey Trotting and playing football, my brother in law and his/my friend Ned made up for it with hilarity. Each year everyone gets all turkey'd up, liquored up, and plays a game of "heavy petting" football. Heavy petting meaning that it isn't quite touch football and usually there are a LOT of people rolling around on the ground in pain.
This year, my brother in law forgot shoes so he went in his boots with his self made "Dr Smooth" T-Shirt. If years past are any indication, those beers didn't leave their hands the entire game.
Heisman stance? Check. Tim Tebow prayer? Check. Bud light? Check.
Cigarette in one hand? Check.
Here is the picture from last year. It is like I am at the Olympic trials.....of awesome.
Finally, the artists over at The Oatmeal always have a way of putting to picture the experiences that I have every day of my life. For Thanksgiving, they didn't disappoint. The best part though? Because I helped feed my 1 year old at Thanksgiving I DID get to sit at the kids table. No fancy silver for me! The best I could come up with was mixing Day-Quil and wine. It was a liver scarring, hallucinogenic good time! Happy Friday!