Wednesdays or Thursdays are the long-run days for Louise and me, but since she’s still sunning it up in California, I’m doing 14 miles today solo style. Louise has assured me that she’ll be doing her long runs while she’s away. Louise is also full of shit. Fifty bucks says that while I’ve been huffing these long runs alone these last two weeks, she’s been boozing it Ray Milland LOST WEEKEND-style in Cali. And what timing, too. Louise has missed a 95-degree running day, an 85-degree 10-mile run, another humid day with heavy showers and Wednesday’s long run had me getting pelted with rain throughout the 2-hour ordeal. I put an ad in the classifieds looking for a new running partner, but terminated it when I realized that Louise will be returning with bottles from various West Coast breweries. Yes, I am a bitter man. But I am also a fickle one. Good beer heals all wounds and remedies all damages—except for cirrhosis of the liver, and perhaps head trauma.
RUNNING
14 punishing miles
ALCOHOL
5 beers at the Blind Tiger (1 pre-running Bear Republic Racer 5 IPA) (approx.68 oz)
2 train beers (24 oz)
3 Lagunitas IPAs (12 oz)
1 glass of wine
SLEEP
4 hours
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