Firsties, I’m still a little bitter that I’m missing HBG4 today and all your incessant twittering is not helping matters.
Okay, let’s move on.
I got up at the crack o’ dawn this morning and ran eight miles — and WELL. I felt awesome and probably could have even kept going. Best run I’ve had in a long time. I can’t even describe to you how dope I feel right now. I was beginning to think I was running retarded. But it’s working. It’s finally working.
Bugs me I didn’t finish out that last mile, even though I was pretty close. But there was the house, right in front of me, so I stopped. Meh, I still rocked it.
Especially after having nachos, a hot dog and three Osiris Pales at the ballpark last night.
The Indians lost. Nobody cared.
We headed down south to putz around in Brown County today. It’s a great place to go for fudge, homemade ice cream, biker shit, primitive home decor and novelty hot sauces.
We had THE best pulled pork nachos at Big Woods – I had the Possum Trot Pale. Also tasted the Busted Knuckle Red and the Big Woods Stout. All good.
This has to do with nothing. I just took it for MTAE.
Okay, I’m off for more beer family time. Bye-bye.