Not a whole lot has happened since my last post other than the normal day to day routines such as doing my Dad thing, work, run, gym, and drinking a few cold ones. I often think about the important things in my life and how they rank in priority and besides my little girl, loved ones, family, and friends, beer undoubtedly falls into the top ten. In fact after finishing a long trail run this past weekend with a couple good friends we took an extra few minutes in the parking lot to share a cold brew.
My beer much like the races I run are not discriminated upon...I enjoy the large popular publicized races just as much as the small intimate trail races that remain unknown to most. This is no different than my choice in beer. I will never turn down an ice cold Miller Lite nor will I ever turn my nose up to an unheard of microbrew. They each have their place and on any given day may be the best beer that'll ever touch your taste buds.
Here's my dilemma. In less than two weeks I will run my eight Marine Corps Marathon and all but one year have I stopped to grab a beer at mile 22(ish). So do I push for yet another PR on a great course or do I stop and savor a small cup of nectar? It may be a game time decision.
Today's post wasn't full of insight and intellect but hopefully had a small flair of silliness. I like to run like I live my life, not too seriously. It's fun to laugh and I love that it's contagious, I wish more people would catch it...and once you add a little bit of happiness it certainly doesn't get any better.
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