Glory Days

I got up Saturday morning and went to the park for a run. It was packed by the time I came rolling in at 7:30am. I had an 8 mile run planned and hoped that I could make it that far because my legs were heavy from the runs earlier that week. I have been sticking to the training plan that I got from Wes and my legs are always sore. I made it through the first 4.4 miles without much pain and stopped to get some water and Gu at the car. I wish I would have packed a towel and fresh shirt because I was soaked with sweat. I really didn’t want to have to stop but I also realized that I need to start messing with food/water combos during the run. I thought I may want to get in the car and go home but I stayed on plan and got back to running. I didn’t have to play many mind games to keep me going because I was passing people the whole time and that kept my mind off the run. I hit 8 miles and still felt good, I could have maybe done a few more miles but I had places to be and the plan was for 8.

I stopped on the way home and got some ice and cold beer. I hurried home and packed my bag. The wife and I were heading downtown to go to my 20th high school reunion. We had planned on meeting some folks by the hotel pool and socialize until party time. After a couple of hours of standing around catching up and drinking too much my legs really started to hurt and I still had a whole night ahead of me. We headed to the room and got ready for the reunion. We ended up being about an hour late and I was not only feeling the pain in my legs but I realized that old me can’t drink as much as high school me.

We got to the reunion and I could see I was not the only one who couldn’t drink like I used to. I toughed it out and had a great time talking, dancing, and catching up with old friends. It’s amazing how no one changes. By the time I got to bed around 4 my legs were toast. We packed up the car the next morning and headed home where I laid around all day (good thing it was my off day). The best part is that I get to do it again next year because my wife is a year behind me.