Mackathlon Feb ’09

12 02 2009
Ride on.

Ride on.

I just finished one of the shittier days I’ve had at work. Actually this particularly shitty day has been compounding for several work-shifts in a row and it primarily has to do with a few choice co-workers who either are characteristically fucking lazy, fucking stupid, or some unfortunate combination of the two. But I digress…

When you have one of “those days” it always feels better when you’re able to blow off some steam. Each person has their own favorite practice: booze and/or food probably being one of the more common. I prefer booze myself. Something brown and 80 proof. Straight up with two ice cubes. That’s how I roll. Lately, though, I’ve been trying to be better about my habits. Or at least maintain a proper order of operations. So heading out for a run is typically the first thing I do when I get home from work.

Today was different. I needed something extra to keep me from finding the nearest clocktower. As soon as I got home I rolled out on the bike and hit the trails for about an hour. It was awesome. I haven’t had that kind of fun in a while. Then I traded the bike for my trail runners and ran part of the same route I rode. When the girl got home, we slipped into our suits and hit the pool. So I ended up logging about 9 miles on the mtb, 3.5 miles trail running, and 1500 yards in the pool.

Now I’m home sipping some Johnnie Walker. On ice.

Top tube motivation.

Top tube motivation.

It's not a real ride, unless you bleed.

It's not a real ride, unless you bleed.

I love scotch. Down in my tummy.

I love scotch. Down in my tummy.

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Hair of the Dog

3 01 2009

Decked out for a nice little trail run after work today.  New playlist on the shuffle, long sleeve shirt as it’s a little chilly, and I’m feeling great because tomorrow is a day off. As I’m heading down the street towards the “mountain park” I see this little chihuahua/mutt running loose, which isn’t terribly uncommon in my neighborhood, but it’s small and in the road.  I tried to get the dogs’ attention but to no avail.  Eventually it turned onto a street and headed back into the neighborhood.  Fine.

About 35 min later I’m returning from my run and there’s a car cruising very slowly down the street with it’s hazards on.  In front of the car…the same dog.  I kept running right past the situation.  Got maybe 100 feet past until my conscience got the better of me and I turned around.  And it began.

Long story short I spent at least 15 minutes, if not 20+ chasing this dog down.  Twice I thought it was a goner (hit by car) but everyone avoided him.  At least five different vehicles stopped and their drivers bailed out trying to help catch this thing.  FINALLY, a guy in a white SUV and some other random dude who had stopped were able to chase the dog back in my direction.  I dove.  Straight up laid out on the asphalt and nabbed him.  Guess all those years of catching wild animals for the state gov and the zoo paid off.  Riiiiiight.

Now I’ve got two bloodied knees and a dog in my backyard.  Ahhh…running.  What you do for me.

 

I shall call him, Tinker.

I shall call him, Tinker.