Archive for June, 2007
Running Log
Jun 23rd
Ran with a group this morning. I was told we’d do eight miles, and I knew the group would likely run a faster pace than I normally maintain when running by myself. But I figured I’d push myself a little bit. When we all met up at the circle, Brandon said “aw hell with it, lets do ten today”. A little part of me died right there. But I pushed on, running far faster and further than I ever thought I would. The last 1-2 miles, I was literally breaking down, but I forced myself to keep putting one foot ahead. Just keep running. Ignore everything else.
Then when plotting it out on gmap-pedometer, turns out we didn’t even do ten. We did eleven!
Quitting the Devil’s Water (Day Eleven)
Jun 21st
Went out to a bar for the first time since I quit. It was a friend’s birthday, so I said I’d show up. I picked up Jemmy and drove out there. When we got there, Jemmy asked me in the car, “You’re not going to drink, right?”
I shook my head and said, “Right.. not drinking.”
Sitting at the table in the bar watching everyone waving around glasses of beer/liquor – and nothing in front of me was a bit of a odd feeling, but nobody really made an issue out of it. I didn’t feel like I needed a drink either. At least until someone brought over a glass of amber ale. I LOVE amber ale. Its one of my favorite types of beer, and looking at it really brought up a feeling of bittersweet sadness. Screwdrivers, vodka-mix drinks, or Long Island Teas I can do without. They’re just a means to an end.
But a fine brew of amber ale, to go with a good midwestern steak and potatos plate. It’s just one of those things that adds a great deal to being alive. People have asked me if I’m going to quit for good, as in for the rest of my life. For the most part, I can see myself doing that, but this one thing makes me pause. I still don’t know yet.
One day at a time.
Running Log
Jun 20th
A couple weeks ago, I attempted a 8-mile with friends and got off to a horrible start and ended up walking-running most of the last 4-miles. I said I’d come back and do it right ASAFP. Then I had that run-in Mr. Liquor that set me back two weeks.
Today, I made good and ran the same route. This time I didn’t walk. Hell yeah.