And now, drinking

Last 5 miles of the year logged. Now, a shower and then Mr. New Year is headed for Hunters Pub. Greetings of the season to all!

My love for Lizzy Hawker in endless, but...

A 10-mile run this morning puts me over 1,200 for the year, a long weekend's worth for Lizzy Hawker (OK, a few months anyway) but it feels like a nice number for an old(er) dude who only dabbles in distance running.

With earmuffs and a big-billed cap to keep the glasses dry

"It was raining and I didn't want to run in the rain but I got over myself and I ran anyway." -- Danny Dreyer

Let it snow my ass

My nobby Hoka One One Stinson trailies and I just spent 9 miles telling the snow to go f--k itself...assuming snow could accomplish such a feat.

Brrrrr

At some point after mile 18 in the next marathon I will call how much not fun it was running 7 miles at 4 degrees this morning, and remember that I kept moving anyway, right to the end.

Monumental

Chilly today, hot in the showers after

Nice hot shower at the Y after the St. Nikolaus Day Lauf 5 miler, 10 degrees at the start. Now lunch (and beer), the Apple Store and Rudresh Mahanthappa at the Jazz Kitchen.

Leftovers, and brew

Some of that leftover turkey went into the turkey chili at the Upland Leftover Turkey trail 10K. The chili, and the Upland IPA, get my post-race repast seal of approval.

The legend of the headless snowman

That'll teach the bastard.

Tokin' and strokin' is OK by me

Personally, I think if more of our public offices were held by honest recreational drug using practitioners of consensual cunnilingus we would be better off for it. Congressional seats in particular.

El Chapultepec is jazzy

I stepped through the door into the '50s and half expected Monk to be at the piano. I think I'll stay awhile.

Death comes to the convention center

We're all going to die.

Runners talking

Not boring!

Baby, it's cold outside...

And you think you have problems.

And I looked good doing it

All week I have been thinking about ways to train my body to process lactate more efficiently. Why yes, now that you mention it I have indeed completely lost it.

Everybody has a plan (and sometimes they work)

While still by no means fast, my best marathon time is 30 minutes lower now, because I'm not getting older, I'm getting faster. OK, I am getting older. And faster. By the time I am 150, slow Kenyans will be looking over their shoulders for me.

Don't shoot, not before the finish line anyway

If there are hunters in downtown Indianapolis tomorrow morning I don't want them to mistake me for a fleet-footed deer, or a lumbering bear, one of those.

Time, please

Come on, you mean it isn't time for that beer yet? (Checking my pace in the Boilermaker Half Saturday morning.)

Everybody has a plan, until...

Oops, the easy training run for the Monumental Marathon turned into a couple minutes faster than last year and my second best half marathon time. Screw it, I've two weeks to recover.

Fado face

Fadista Aldina Duarte, whose face, in my opinion, is as magnificently expressive as her music. Look it up.