Amazing night of running and beer down at the Haddonfield Running Company tonight.
A reporter and photographer from the Courier Post came out for a story on cold weather running. The photographer had a giant camera and two separate flashes set up on tripods outside of the store. He was a bit dismayed at how relatively warm it was and how most of us were wearing shorts and T-shirts and was trying to position those of us with hats and gloves towards the front. We joked that he should just photoshop heavier clothes on us and cover up our bare legs with three feet of snow. The story is supposed to run next week on Monday.
My mileage and motivation have dipped to the point of seven miles becoming a struggle, but I handled tonight well enough. Normally I run alone for the majority of the seven miles, but tonight a large group of us stuck together for awhile and we joked about being just like the lead pack of elite runners in a marathon.
It was my turn to bring the beer this week. I decided to ring in the Christmas season with a round of Christmas beers (and the odd pack of Miller for those unadventurous folk):
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just when I was getting sick of pumpkin beers, in come these wonderful spice soaked ABV bombs to remind me just how much I love Christmas beers.
We have a Texas transplant in the group who was overjoyed that I brought Shiner. Meanwhile, the Great Lakes and Southern Tier were the greatest things I've tasted since... No. Nothing tastes as good as these beers.
Happy running to you, friends, and Merry Christmas.
A reporter and photographer from the Courier Post came out for a story on cold weather running. The photographer had a giant camera and two separate flashes set up on tripods outside of the store. He was a bit dismayed at how relatively warm it was and how most of us were wearing shorts and T-shirts and was trying to position those of us with hats and gloves towards the front. We joked that he should just photoshop heavier clothes on us and cover up our bare legs with three feet of snow. The story is supposed to run next week on Monday.
My mileage and motivation have dipped to the point of seven miles becoming a struggle, but I handled tonight well enough. Normally I run alone for the majority of the seven miles, but tonight a large group of us stuck together for awhile and we joked about being just like the lead pack of elite runners in a marathon.
It was my turn to bring the beer this week. I decided to ring in the Christmas season with a round of Christmas beers (and the odd pack of Miller for those unadventurous folk):
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just when I was getting sick of pumpkin beers, in come these wonderful spice soaked ABV bombs to remind me just how much I love Christmas beers.
We have a Texas transplant in the group who was overjoyed that I brought Shiner. Meanwhile, the Great Lakes and Southern Tier were the greatest things I've tasted since... No. Nothing tastes as good as these beers.
Happy running to you, friends, and Merry Christmas.
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