This is very simple and, like always, I ask that you all join me on this next adventure. I’d like to get back to running… I’ve tried a million different ways but it really boils down to willpower. But how does one start developing willpower? I’ve tried public fat shaming (this blog) and I’ve tried establishing routines and picturing myself as a feeble old man who can’t enjoy his children growing up because he didn’t take care of himself… I’ve pretty much run the gamut of emotions between guilt, anger, positive thinking and such… I have a new plan now.
I love beer. I use “love” relatively speaking, of course. It’s that second tier of “love” that is something higher than say my “love” for the New York Yankees…and lower than, say, my love of my family. Although, on specific days beer can fluctuate between all of those tiers.
Welcome the 5 for 1 plan. Mark this date, January 22nd, 2018, as the day that I give up drinking beer…without a price. Starting this week, I will allow myself one beer per week for every five miles of running. As I was planning this out in my head I quickly thought about all of the scenarios. What if I returned to my collegiate running days with a few 80-mile weeks! I’m not sure I could handle 16 beers in a week…. but I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it. For now, I’m thinking I’ll get five miles in and enjoy every last sip of the Ubu Ale I’ve got in the fridge…
words of warning from those reading this… this was, however, a shortcut gone wrong. After hitting mile 3 I realized I wanted to cut across some power lines and reconnect back to the road by my house. I’ve seen the power lines…they’re huge and they connect all the way over Mt. Southington.. it was doable. My first loop…just after mile 3 was my struggling to find a trail…. then, after some desperation and contemplation of running through a swamp… I found a different way to get to a trail… which was blocked by a pond! Every shortcut I have ever taken in my life was really a long cut! My shortcuts suck…

much but the truth is, it’s been off-and-on since my last post. I’ve settled into a 10-15 mile a week routine that has me making most of those miles up on Saturday and Sunday. I’ve had some stiffness in the achilles that has me slightly concerned but mostly I fear I’m making excuses. I’ve been getting 4-5 hours a sleep a night…and my achilles hurts. It’s cold outside…and my achilles hurts. I keep a close eye on the “injury” but I really should bump up to 20 miles…
second-to-last month of the year. I wanted to keep the blog (ah…see what I did there?) updated. I’m happy to report that the 30 day trial was a success…. I didn’t make it the full 30 days (28 to be precise) because the half-marathon took a lot out of me! I am indeed, not as young as I once was.
