Happy Groundhog Day, everyone. I was hoping to be the first to put up a pic of a groundhog, but I saw that John beat me to it. Oh well, here's a picture anyway:
This weekend didn't go exactly as planned, but what can you do? All in all, it was a pretty decent weekend. Friday night was dice baseball, and lots of beverages of all varieties were consumed.
That made getting up Saturday a bit harder. Especially to go run 12 miles. Indoors.
Yes, I was a big freakin' wuss. It was cold and blowy out. So, I ran indoors.
It was kind of like this:
Round and around we go. My family and friends thought I was nuts. Probably am. They were asking if anyone says anything or thinks anything of me running around in a circle so much. I said, well, the only ones who really notice are the ones that are there just as long as I am, so they really can't say too much. Really, it's just the weightlifters that are there that long, but hey.
It was pretty uneventful, except for one moment. About 6 miles into the run, I decided I'd do a stretch on the back half by running backward. Get some different muscles engaged, etc. Well, the angel on my shoulder said "Raul, you know you're not coordinated". The devil won out, and I proceeded to haul ass backward. Predictably, that didn't really work out. I got some different muscles engaged, as well as different body parts to practice braking.
I got up, dusted myself off, checked for witnesses. Yep. One cute girl. OK. Check for injuries. Yep. One skimmed palm, slightly wounded pride. OK. Off I go.
And the rest of the run was uneventful. (I did stay facing forward)
I was supposed to hit a beer festival up in Syracuse, but the stars didn't align for me. I'll have to wait until the July one, I suppose.
Sunday was the big game, of course. I was pulling for the Jets (of course), and... oh. What? That was 40 years ago?
Sigh. Yeah. So, I haven't let out my bitch yet. What the hell happened to the Jets? Doing good, doing good, and then imploding like there was no tomorrow? WTF? Beating the Titans and all, and then... where'd you go?
Sigh. So, in reality, I was pulling for the Cards. Just because, well, the Steelers have been pretty decent lately, so I like to mix it up.
It was a pretty good game. I almost bagged it in the 3rd quarter, but was glad I stuck around. Shit, there was a safety. I haven't seen a safety in ages. I thought the commercials lacked a bit. I mean, I know monkeys and other small animals make interesting commercials, but do we have to do it every year? Can we think of something different? At least there weren't too many.
That's about it for the weekend. There was more I *should* have done, but you know how that goes.
Tonight is a run on 'long hills'. Guess I'm going to have to try to leave work during the daylight hours and truck up and down some hills.
So, keep on rockin'. Remember, if you're going to run backward.. be careful.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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4 comments:
lol i dont think i could run backwards either :)
that sounds like a looong run to run indoors!
She didn't even check to see if you were ok? What a B!! ;-)
HA!
Sorry to laugh.
Someone told me to run backward because it works different muscles or blah blah something something. But now there's no way in heck I'll try it.
As a girl, I can say she probably thought it was charming to watch you tumble. Makes boys less intimidating. :o)
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