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)
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.