Monday, November 25, 2013

Oops, how did that happen?


Oops, I ran!! Like, a LOT!
In addition to the blog that you're reading, I also tweet my twerk (I think I'm using twerk right there), and I log all of my runs on DailyMile.  DailyMile is a social media website similar to Facebook.  The only difference is that if you post about running non-stopped on DailyMile aunt Betty doesn't block you and your 23 updates on various ways to properly tie your running shoes. Like her posts on fake corn harvesting were any better....

Anyway, in the weekly summary email sent out by the website, I was surprised to find out that I ran 36 miles last week.  36!!! I wasn't keeping track per say, I was just Forrest Gumping it. (Forrest Gump is a verb now.)  When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went.  Basically I ran what felt good and leaned heavily on my runner-coach certification to know that I'm not doing any significant harm.


The week was capped off with a really solid (if not a bit too fast) half marathon in 1:33 (7:05ish pace). The run started out effortless and got easier from there.  I'm not one to subscribe to the out of body zen runner's high stuff, but this run was a thing of beauty.

Oops, these can't be helping MY six pack
Whenever I make a promise to my son, I try my hardest to keep it. Unfortunately, I live about half a mile from a Dunken Donuts.  That means that there are lots of "maybe we'll stop there some other time" and even a few "I think their donut machine is broken today" said as we drive by.  (Related: can you believe that ALL of the arcade games at Red Robin were broken this weekend!? What are the odds!?)


This weekend however I finally gave in and bought a six pack of donuts.  Unlike most of the six packs I buy, this one didn't come with courage, fabulous jokes, or maybe a little bit of Adam.Youre.Too.Close. Please.Stay.Out.Of.My.Comfort.Zone... this one came with a sugar crash and regret. So much delicious sugary fried regret. Mmmmmm

Oops, wine tried to kill me
Finally, I am never one to shy away from the fact that nothing tastes better than a great beer or a solid glass of wine after a run. Why would I run if I were to live a 100% healthy lifestyle? I run so that I don't have to!  Having a beer or two has never caused me any harm UNTIL NOW.  While I was washing a wine glass I must have been drying it off a BIT too vigorously because the thing snapped in half and promptly proceeded to jab me in the palm.

My first reaction: take a picture. But after that I was really sad because now I only have ONE good glass to drink wine out of!  Looks like I'm going to have to do as many twitter followers suggested and take out the middle man.....by starting to drink right from the bottle.  I'm going to have more courage and fabulous jokes than TWO six packs!


12 comments:

Pam said...

Who the hell washes dishes by hand?! lol If it doesn't say "dishwasher safe" on it, I don't buy it.

Running Through Phoenix said...

That's my lipstick right by the apples. And you said you could forget me!!!

Kate Geisen said...

Ouch. Awesome about the good runs, though. :)

Colorado Gal said...

DUDE! Who does that happen to?! (as I sit here drinking a glass of wine and evaluating whether it's going to snap in half in my hand....)

Sue's Ramblings said...

You wanna send some of the doughnuts my way? :)

Johann said...

Ouch! At least not your foot so you can run some more.

Jamoosh said...

Beer doesn't care if you drink straight out of a bottle or can. Wine, not so much. If you drink wine straight out of a bottle or can you are considered to be a bum, hobo, homeless or an alcoholic...

Beer doesn't judge you and wine secretly hates you. Hates you so much that it tried to murder you.

Beer loves you!

Just sayin'

TriGirl said...

You sir, are kinda winning at parenting...*all* the arcade games were broken at the same time! Well done. I had to stop drinking my coffee when I was reading about your six pack side effects. I hate to spit out perfectly good coffee first thing in the morning.

One Crazy Penguin said...

Oww! You should invest in some redneck wine glasses. Those things are tanks! Although if you break that, it will take out a small country!

T-Rex Runner said...

This is exactly why my wine glass is plastic. And has a lid.

Max Mo Carrera said...

Just made a new blog called Different Views and It has a couple songs on there that I like to listen to while running, they definitely get me hyped up before a 5k! The link to it is: http://differentviewsiv.blogspot.com/

Curly Pink Runner said...

doughnut heaven. I would be in serious trouble if I lived that close to Dunken.
ouch. wine glasses are entirely too dangerous- stick with the bottle!!