One of the things I’ve discovered about writing a blog is that it’s like a relationship: It takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, a strong commitment and the sex isn’t always satisfying. Wait—scratch that last part. But the rest is true. So, it’s Sunday, and I haven’t put in the time, effort or commitment to this blog. Maybe I need couples counseling. Anyway, I’ll use several posts to recap my training week.
Tuesday: I was going to make this a running rest day and just play basketball, but my dog, Maxie, dictated otherwise. Here’s a picture of her. She’s rabid, hates people and likes to rip off squirrels’ heads and leave them on my doorstep, but I love her anyway. Actually she’s a six-year-old boxer-pit bull that I got from the pound. And she LOVES to run. She saw me getting dressed up for basketball and hounded me until I agreed to jog with her. Like all of my dealings with women, she wears the pants in the relationship. I’ve got to learn to say NO to women, because they’ve certainly learned to say NO to me.
After the run, I played basketball for a while. It killed my knees, but there’s nothing like hearing the swish of the net as a three-point shot is sunk. Of course, I’M not the one making the shot, but it’s still nice to watch other people playing the game well. After doing my Shaquille O’Neal impersonation and going 0 for 20 at the free-throw line, I call it a day, head home and console myself with some Lagunitas IPAs.
RUNNING
Approx 1 mile; plus 50 minutes of basketball.
ALCOHOL
(9) Lagunitas IPAs (108 oz)
SLEEP
4.5 hours
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