Running 1:31:20 [3] 11.0 km (8:18 / km)
ahr:166 max:186 (sick)
1152 Cal
Ommagah! How foolish was it of me to neglect to consider that there was snow on the ground and that it froze and that it was bumpy as all get out? Tried to do the usual Shubie run, but it was brutal! Oh yea... I was pushing Bo in his Chariot... might as well have been pushing a plow. It didn't do much for my sore back, and I think Bo has shaken baby syndrome.
Ran back on the road!
Trainer 27:00 [3]
ahr:155 (sick)
This was an epic victory.
I already plowed off a decent workout today (no pun intended if you've read the log), but I had delusions of doing a trainer session anyway, just because I'm serious business. I made a wicked awesome teriyaki steak dinner with some great veggies and rice. I couldn't help but enjoy a 2/3 glass of red. And I'll be damned if I wasn't hammered! I'm not kidding... HAMMERED! I had glassy eyes, I was making fumbled passes at the wife, she figured I had drank the whole bottle and did some shots while I was at it. I was on the way to one of those drunks that you only got when you were 14... I've been trying to get that kind of drunk for... 16 years now! We did a serious review to make sure I didn't take any strange meds for the cold I have, turns out I didn't. But I had the guff to get the stretchy clothes on and hit the trainer. Now I only got 27 minutes in because the good wife got an emerg. call to work and I had to get the kid out of the bath and into bed, but still... win for me!
Seriously... I could have had the best drunk ever... on one bottle of wine, and I turned it down for a trainer session on a day I already burned over 1000 calories. Win. And for the record, I'll usually have over 20 drinks at a party and not have a buzz like I would have if I just finished that bottle.
No, I'm not an alcoholic... I don't think.
Anyone actually read the shit I write here? After I put the kid to bed I fought seven battleaxe wielding dwarfs who wanted to take my new Giro Atmos. I said "no dwarves... this is my new helmet, get your own!" They were furious. Fortunately my Irish Wolfhound helped me out... he's always good to take out a few dwarves, otherwise I might have lost my new bling. After the battle we had a few laughs with the dwarves, compared notes on beard grooming and I gave them some cheese before they were on their way. They'll be back, they always are, but we'll be ready. I'm due for a new backpack this year, so I know they'll want some of that action.
Brap-bra-a-ap foo! Dis here be da Lake Echo wut! Lake Echo ain't no joke na'mean? We fight dem dwarves like it ain't no thang... all out 'ere wit our wolfhounds 'n shit protectin' our Atmos bling. I wus gonna get me an Ionos, but da Ionos got more bricks in dere na'mean? Me'n Atmos fit betta too dawg, fo sho. Aiite, I gots ta get on now na'mean? O9Man out AR Attackpoint boi!
So yea... I finished that bottle.