March 29th, 2012 — 1.03 miles and Bud Light

The Run

Practically the bare minimum

Nobody likes to admit this, but sometimes in life you just have to do the bare minimum and move on with your day. This was one of those days. I preceded my run on March 29th with a fairly intense workout at the gym, where I blindly (read: stupidly) followed my trainer-prescribed weightlifting regimen to a T, which included a heavy dose of leg-work. With my workout complete and my legs dead-tired, I was ready to head for the showers, and then I realized that I still had to run an effing mile before I could call it a day. So I hopped on the treadmill and set the speed to 6.6 mph, before I got vain and upped the speed to 7+ miles/hour so that I could run faster than a 09:00/mile pace. It sucked, but I did it.

The only noteworthy moment of this run came when it was time to take the picture for my records, when a rather attractive woman on the treadmill next to me glanced over with such a look of disdain when she realized that I was taking a picture of the readout from my 1.03-mile run. And she had a point.

The Beer — Bud Light (Price paid: $6/pitcher)

6 dollar no holler

I think it’s time to introduce my readers to a little bar called Houndstooth Saloon, located at the corner of Roscoe & Clark, which just so happens to be directly across the street from my apartment. 4 days out of the week, Houndstooth is a rather unassuming bar that I have no interest in visiting. On Tuesdays/Thursdays/Sundays, however, Houndstooth turns into a country bar, where they play country music and slang $6 pitchers of domestic beer all day long. On Sundays, they even sweeten the deal to include $5 40’s. In general, nobody really goes on Tuesday, but Thursdays and Sundays are an undeniably good time.

I originally hadn’t been planning on going to Houndstooth on the evening of the 29th; after my aforementioned workout, I had actually picked up a 6-pack from Binny’s (the local booze mega-store), with the intention of drinking one of those beers to fulfill my daily obligation. But when my roommate Mike texted me that they had a table at Houndstooth, well, at this point I’m more or less contractually obligated to attend.

I made it to Houndstooth around 9pm, where my roommates’ table was already raucous, replete with pitchers and female companionship. Even for a Thursday, this was a good crowd. Several pitchers later, I thought it a wise idea to retire for the evening, and I’m glad I left when I did….after all, I’ve still got a day job to concern myself with. Upon my arrival back home, I watched this video, and I highly recommend that you do so as well.

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3 Responses to March 29th, 2012 — 1.03 miles and Bud Light

  1. Dan says:

    What does “UM53G46309” mean?

  2. antirunning says:

    Good catch, Dan– that was actually an excerpt of unimportant code from a work document that made its way into this post by accident. It has since been redacted.

  3. Pingback: Day #7 — Monday, April 2nd, 2012 | I Drank For Miles

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