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So, my ankles, achilles, knees, groin, and nipples all incurred casualties during my 8 mile Friday training run. Still, just doing it without any permanent damage should be considered a success.
Friday night and Saturday morning, I limped around the house like Fred Sanford. Or Greg Oden. Made it to the gym with the kids in tow, but stayed off the treadmill.
Saturday night, TheWife and I attended the wedding of one of my hunting buddies. Weddings are pretty formulaic and it's hard to stand out, but this happy couple managed to hit 2 home runs: Miller Lite in bottles and soft pretzels.
Now, I am far from a beer snob. Can, pitcher, mason jar, and funnels are all acceptable receptacles for consuming beer, but a bottle is by far the best. It stays cold longer and maintains its carbonation the best. In a pinch, it's also a good weapon.
Let's just say I drank quite a few of them.
The 2nd home run was a new experience for me: soft pretzels and nachos for the post dinner snack.
I had to refrain from the nachos. When dressed in my Sunday best, it is a challenge for me to get through a dinner without spilling on myself. Throw in a steady stream of alcohol and it is damn near impossible. So, I wisely avoided the nachos.
Pizza is the most popular of the after dinner wedding snacks. Pizza is always a good choice. You can't go wrong with pizza. It is as reliable as the day is long. Like sex, even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. The spillage possibility is still in play, along with the greasy hands, but I can still navigate that one pretty well. Pizza would have been a safe choice, but the happy couple would not accept pretty safe. They wanted to go for the gold.
Do not misunderstand. I am a huge fan of the after dinner pizza at a wedding, but soft pretzels are now my gold standard. You can walk around with it and not worry about dropping sauce down your shirt. If you choose to sit, you can gamble with the mustard or fake cheese. And really, how often do you get a hot, soft pretzel?
I opted to sit and go Tiger game-style with the mustard for dipping.
In fact, I opted twice.
OK, so what does this have to do with running? Plenty.
Sunday morning, our family routine is for me to take the kids to the gym while TheWife goes grocery shopping. I probably will not get another chance to run until maybe Wednesday. I am very committed to making this comeback run. I need to get my miles in.
I have to run with a gut full of hot pretzel and the after effects of a dozen Miller Lites.
So I did.
6 miles on the treadmill in 52 minutes. Energy level = low. Slow start, but loosened up after the first 3 miles or so. No blisters. Some minor discomfort in my ankles. Some minor tightness in my right groin. Afterwards, my knees flared up a bit, but nothing major.
As I relate everything in my life to something I've watched on TV or in a movie, it was only natural that something about my diet and exercise combo seemed familiar.
Total for the week: 17 miles.
Cumulative total: 26 miles.
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