I’ve been running for 4 days now and it’s great. I’m not that sore anymore, I can run 7 minute miles without too much trouble, and it’s just really good to be starting fresh. I think really can have a breakout season this year and just knowing that I’m starting 100% from the beginning now and like, there’s nothing that’s gone wrong or anything. I’m not in the middle of the season thinking, hey I can run fast but this injury has been nagging me or something like, ahh shit I should have run more miles over the summer or anything like that. It’s very exciting.
Anyway, so yesterday was easily the most eventful/best day of summer so far. I went to states and got semi-bombed last night. I’ll do a recap. So states, I woke up at 6am because it’s a little over a 2 hour drive and the 3200 started at 9. Katie picked me up at 6:30, then we picked up Mike and we were on our way. I drove her car there because she didn’t feel like driving. The ride there was crazy in itself. There was a Saturn on the highway that I could have swore was messing with me. We were pretty much racing but every time we’d pass one another the driver would never look over, the girl in the front seat was asleep, and the creepy guy in the back would stare at us. He would like, accelerate to 90 to pass us, and then slow down and when I would be about to pass him he’d speed up again, and then I thought I passed him for good once, he was literally like 500 meters back, and then he comes flying by and then slows down again, it was really intense. States itself was really good. There were a lot of really good races and really fast times so it was entertaining. I guess I’ll spare those details, No one wants to hear about my races so I’d imagine you care even less about someone’s you don’t even know. We drove back and got home around 5. It was just a really fun day and out of the norm so it was good.
I got home and Mike and I decided to hang out. There were 3 sporting events on that I had interest in. Halladay’s perfect game. I didn’t hear about it until the 8th inning and then I actually watched the last 2 outs. For someone to do something that’s only been done 20 times in over 100 years, well that’s pretty impressive. The Flyer’s game which was a pretty crazy game, Lot’s of goals and lead changes, granted we lost but it was still fun to watch it. And then the game I probably cared about most, the Suns Lakers game. I’ve been pullin’ for Phoenix the whole time and last ninght was heartbreaking. I didn’t get to watch this game but from what I saw it was never that close and the Lakers won.
So now the drinking. I went to the Reilly’s to watch the Flyers, people were leisurely drinking and I didn’t really want to join them. Pat asked if I wanted to play pong and I said sure, with water? And he said no, with beer. I said I didn’t really wanna drink if no ones gonna get hammered with me. Paul looks over and says, I’ll get hammered with you. So let the games begin. We started playing baseball which was actually really fun. Me Paul and Tom were down 8-4 in the top of the 8th and scored 5 runs to win. You end up drinking a ton in that game. So we played again and I was kind of starting to feel it. Mcgrath was gone at this point and I was kind of thinking, okay well no matter what happens I’m not going to be the drunkest one here. The next game of baseball didn’t go so well. Tom stopped drinking and it was actually good, he said he knew when to stop and that’s a lot better than him trying to keep drinking and then puking or something. Paul was kind of the same way, you didn’t openly say it Paul, but I know the feeling of when you just sit down in a chair and close your eyes and your head rolls sideways, and you just kind of want to go to bed and not be drunk anymore, it’s not a good one. So baseball was over and then there were 3 more beers left that we ‘had to drink’. I poured a Yuengiling into a cup and chugged it as fast as I could, it was like 5.4 second which I was actually impressed with. Then there was one beer left, and Ian probably had a quarter of his left, and I don’t even know if he heard me but I said that if I finish mine before he finishes his then he’s way too drunk… or something along those lines. I finished mine before him and needless to say, he was too drunk. Mike drove me, Tom and Ian home. Him and I ended up talking for 2 hours or so in his car just shootin’ the sh*t. It was a good way to end the night. All in all it was just a really good day. I went to a great track meet with two very good friends and then got crunk with my other very good friends. It was just a really good day.
In other news, after 9 days of growing out my beard, I decided I would take a picture, post it on this blog, then shave. After attempting about 15 different photos and not being able to actually see my little scruff in any of them, I gave up on it and shaved. I didn’t get any comments and Jake was the only one to actually say that he noticed it. Facial hair just isn’t my thing but that’s okay, I’m not too worried about it.
That’s all I have for now. Just something to fill the space on this blog. It was my first time drinking this summer and I didn’t blackout so 1/1. I guess I’ll keep track. A lot of people are down the shore for memorial day weekend which is cool, except for the fact that I’m not there so it’s not that cool anymore. Enjoy the Halladay people… psssshtttt….