So I ran four miles early this morning with a headlamp – booyah!
This was my first foray into headlamp running; unfortunately all that pompous talk about being a runner caught up with me and I ran like total ass. Don’t you love karma?
I didn’t necessarily feel bad, I just ran slow and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I felt like I was running at a decent clip only to see the dreaded 11s rearing their ugly heads on the garmin.
Let’s see how many excuses we can come up with in 20 seconds:
toenails needed trimming
giant pimple on my ass made me run lopsided
headlamp felt weird
stiff from not stretching after last night’s workout
dreamed about running all night and woke up exhausted
Pretty good, eh? Daniel Tosh would be proud of me.
I drank a 3 Floyds Pride & Joy last night; not a new beer for me but a sessiony favorite. Top 20. Maybe even Top 15. (Ohhhh blog post idea.)
Just look how pretty!
At 5% ABV/42 IBU, P&J is classified as a “mild ale,” but don’t let that fool you. It’s not mild on flavor. (God I sound like a marketing machine don’t I? Mr. Floyd! Hire me!)
It’s got a nice hoppy kick, but not enough to make the non-beer peeps cringe. Grassy, fruity, with a nice foamy head and a silky smooth finish.
True story: when my husband bought this last week, he also picked up a six pack of Corona for the ‘rents.
Dude behind the counter says, “Let me guess, this is for you and the Corona is for your guests.” Hee. Nailed it!
Anyhoo, it’s good. I would tell you to go getcha some but judging by the visitor map on my site analytics, you probably can’t. Sorry ’bout ya.
Tonight, we’re going to see Louis C.K. (hence, the early morning run), and I’m just off my rocker for him. He’s hysterial and crude and just plain wrong so it should be funsies.