Sunday Running

In my continuing series of runs that actually go somewhere, I decided to head to the United States Post Office.  “But Brian, its Sunday.  The Post Office is closed!”  En contraire my fine reader.  Our post office has 24 hour self service and a mechanical stamp machine which was the target of my visit.  Yes, I still use stamps and real letters – very primitive.  Well, I arrive at the Post with my cash and take a look at the machine.  ‘Credit/Debit Cards only.’  Very nice Post Office.  Here I am with cash in hand and all you want is a credit card.  And that would have been easier to carry anyway (or at least less likely to be damage by the sweat rolling off my body) in the 54 degree weather.  So, running journey unsuccessful as far as securing stamps but completely successful at training myself to withstand the rolling hills of South Africa.  6.59 miles in 60 minutes – average heart rate 153.

And I did this run fueled on a night before meal of brats, nachos, chips, beer, and soda.  Kathy received two tickets to watch the St. Louis Blues from a luxury suite. The suite had a full spread of food which I partook of fully. In fact, I unmercifully stuffed myself because the food was surprisingly good. The Blues also provided the ‘finest’ selection of beers, Bud Select and Bud Light. I drank a Select and it tasted so much like water I switched to Bud Light for more flavor. That sentence is inconceivable! So after downing the Light, I drank a Pepsi and called it a night. Free cold beer and all I drank were two – I’m definitely getting old. If only they had offered a Schlafly product. And the Blues lost, scoring only one goal.

Team Flash race update – we’re ditching plans to run in the Chesterfield Turkey Trot 5K. With the plan to host the Flaspohler clan (projecting two dozen or so guests) we’ve decided it is more important to get the food ready then to run this race. It also relieves me of the requirement to run any more intervals this year. Which is a huge positive in any case. But in their place I start hill repeats. That should be fun.