Cold beer tastes good, and other obvious things.

Well I am currently sitting on the sofa after my longest training run to date: 16 miles.  It was slow.  It was painful.  But it is now behind me, and I have inhaled a croissant, a Rice Krispie Square, a Dr. Pepper, a lemonade, and a Sprite.  And shortly I will be cooking chorizo carbonara!  It’s from a cookbook by Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and it is TO DIE FOR.  This is not a recipe blog, but I warn you, I might stick the details for this up because it is like sex for your mouth.

Anyway, the sun made an appearance today, but the forecast for tomorrow is rain.  My schedule called for 8 miles today and 16 tomorrow, but because I hate rain, I thought I’d get the long run out of the way so I would hate my life less tomorrow.

Background: my gym. Foreground: building being demolished. This photo was taken a couple of days ago, and most of the building was gone when I ran past it today.

My plans to make parkrun and then blast out another 13 miles were scuppered by what I got up to last night (more on that to come), but sometime around 1:30, I made my way outside and headed for the beach, where I had decided to do uninspiring laps.  Upon reaching the promenade, I spotted one of the Fetch girls, Naomi, chugging along and decided to join her, since I knew she was somewhere along in her 20 mile run.  It turns out she had 4 left, so I stayed with her until she finished, and then continued on, glad that the first 6 miles had flown by.  Soon after going solo, my fan from the Stonehaven half marathon ran past me, going in the opposite direction and shouted hello (I really should catch his name one day).  The sun was out, I was smiling, life was good.

And then it wasn’t.  At about mile 8 everything started to hurt.  My shin splints resurfaced.  My calves felt like they were being flogged every time I put weight on them.  Even my neck felt like it was stiffening up.  I took some walk breaks, and soldiered on, knowing that when it was all over and done with, I could relax and stuff my face.  I was toying with the idea of writing about my thoughts during the second half of the run, but they’re all pretty much unpublishable.  I’ll just say I’m glad it’s done.

Anyway, life is not all about running.  It’s also about beer and enjoying yourself.  Last night was a time for both of those things.  Prepare yourself for photos of me that are actually flattering, because as this is primarily a blog about my running endeavors, this does not happen frequently.  It was Ian’s friend’s 30th, and we had decided to make an appearance, since we don’t go out nearly as much as we used to (translation: we’re getting old and boring).  I spent a considerable amount of time making my face look presentable (10 minutes, tops), and Ian may have showered.  Because I spent so much time prepping, I felt I needed to document this with a photo*:

Self shot

I asked Ian to take a couple as well:

I guess he felt the laundry basket added something, so he didn’t crop it out.

But I do sometimes question his photography skills…..

Seriously unskilled, I mean, he totally cut off half my face.

Anyway, we arrived at the party after the band had played, but during the karaoke.  We heard some splendid renditions of ‘Whiskey in the Jar’ and ‘Bat out of Hell’.  And then?  Party games, of course!  And what better way to get the party started than by playing ‘Pin the moustache on Nicholas Cage’? Yes, seriously.

The ‘pinner’ had a variety of options…

We have a winner (and a not-so-successful participant)!!

After the party games, I dove right into the food spread and gobbled a few profiteroles (delicious), before settling into a comfortable seat and enjoying some beautiful cold beer.

Delicious.  I even shaved my legs!

Ian found another luxurious seat and reclined with his adult beverage, basking in the glory that can only be felt by a wearer of the 3 wolf moon t-shirt:

Stylishly, and effortlessly, seductive.

It was a later night than planned, and I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that I exercised some self-restraint last night (this morning) and DID NOT eat my two leftover slices of pizza, instead choosing to save them for the morning.  Thank you, slightly beered-up Rachel, you’re a gem.

Anyway, a good night was had, a horrendous, but successful run was had, and very shortly a cream-laden carbonara will have been had.  I’m excited, guys.  It’s the little things.

*Yes, I am totally fishing for compliments.