...ends up on my blog.
Sending off my friend Bob in style last night. 9 hole game of bar golf all over the great city of Philadelphia, including dinner at a bar marked as the "clubhouse" to kick things off, and a brief stop at a club where Bob swears he knew the owner, though things had gotten a little murky at that point. That makes 11 establishments in one night. At least I was getting in some cardio.
We played bar golf at my bachelor party several months ago, though I didn't even make the podium that night. Last night I intended to take it easy and maybe come home early, but my competitive nature took over and I stayed for gold. Came away with first place, earning myself a shot glass. Fran came in second and also earned some swag:
|3am at PATCO|
One thing is for sure: bachelor parties and marathon training don't mix. At all. I have 14 miles to do later today and I'm not looking forward to it, to say the least.