I ran 3.1 miles today and felt unbelievab….ly bad.
I did remember to hydrate this time, but, ahhhhh. I forgot to eat lunch. Do you think…maybe…could that…possibly have anything to do with it?
It was high 70s and an unfounded 32% humidity this evening, but still perfect weather for sweating bullets.
I finished in 32 minutes. Personally – and this is me being slower than everyone I know – I need to shave at least another four minutes off my 5k before I feel anywhere near respectable about my pace.
I drank one of those O.N.E. acai berry juices (bloody awful by the way, which is probably why is was on closeout) and ate a handful of pecans before I headed out; it possible wasn’t enough. Or too much. Does it matter, really?
But nothing hurts, so I can thank my lucky stars for that.
Guess that makes me Sister Mary.
Is it possible I haven’t tried this beer yet??? I want to say I have, but I just might’ve skipped over it all this time only because it looked so familiar to me.
The Reverend Quad Belgian, one of the Holy Trinity series from Avery. You might remember I tasted Hog Heaven a while back, which is the barley wine side of the trinity. According to my drinking notes, it wasn’t all that memorable.
At 10% ABV and 10 IBUs, this is not a brew to be fooled with. As the guy at the liquor store said when I purchased it, “good choice, serious beer.”
Sidenote: I like when people acknowledge that I drink good beer. I’m sure they’re used to chicks who drink Riesling and spiced rum and Summer Shanty, but it sort of gets old when a dude goes on and on about how he’s so surprised that a tiny little woman could be buying such a serious beer. (Okay, I added in that “tiny little” part, but you get my point.)
Is it so hard to believe that chicks like good beer too? If you think that it is, I encourage you to visit the Beer Wench, Girls Pint Out, Will Run for Beer and eat, drink, run and then report back to me. Keep in mind I would put my money on any of these gals over you in a drunk boxing match, yoga throwdown or 100 meter dash.
It’s nothing personal.
Just gotta get through one more hectic day of work before happy time. My damn dear husband is off tomorrow, which makes me wanna phone it in even worse. He’ll probably taunt me by calling me while he’s watching daytime TV on the couch in his boxer shorts. But I respect that. I’d do the same to him.