Yesterday was hot, but I didn’t have any outdoor workouts scheduled. Still, I had a lot of meetings around town and I ended up doing a lot of walking around in the heat. The rest of family was out for the evening doing various things, so I had the place to myself. After running many errands in the heat, I decided that a nice cold rum punch sounded pretty good. So, I picked up a bottle of Appleton White Jamaican rum.
At home, I tunneled to the back of the cabinet and dug out the big souvenir glass I got from T-Rex after the Disney half marathon. I filled it with ice, grabbed my shaker and mixed my favorite citrus rum punch:
1 & 1/3 oz Jamaican rum
2/3 oz triple sec
1 & 2/3 oz orange juice
2/3 oz lime juice
I shook the mixture, poured it into the glass and then topped it off with 7-up. It was cold and refreshing.
Now, I normally do most of the cooking in the house, but when nobody’s around I find it difficult to go through the trouble of making a real meal. So, I popped 40 pizza rolls in the oven and relaxed with my rum punch. I ate all 40 pizza rolls (1470 calories if you believe the package) and then made myself another rum punch. I now had a full belly and was feeling pretty good really buzzed. I relaxed for a while, read a few blogs, wrote a blog post of my own and then decided to settle down with Again to Carthage by John L. Parker Jr.
It was 10:30 PM. The sugar and the alcohol were playing conflicting games in my bloodstream. Before I even opened the book, I was off the couch. I was dying to try out my new racing shoes. Foregoing a shirt in the dark night, I threw on some running shorts and my lightest running socks. I laced up the new racing shoes and headed out the door with a very specific two mile route in mind. I walked quickly through the dark, soupy humidity like a man on a mission.
When I arrived at the route’s starting point, I quickly went from walk to brisk run. My legs were fresh and unencumbered by the weight of my trainers. I charged through the first quarter mile feeling like a high speed hovercraft floating over the pavement. I couldn’t see my Garmin. I had no idea how fast I was going, but I knew I was moving at a pretty good clip and I felt like I wasn’t putting any effort into it at all. I came to a point where uneven pavers make the sidewalk treacherous. In the dark, I couldn’t pick my through like I normally do in the daylight. I didn’t slow down. I just high stepped my way through that block so I wouldn’t trip.
When I arrived at the park – the one mile mark and the site of so many painful interval sessions – I stopped briefly to turn around. I was dripping with sweat from the humid evening, but I didn’t feel one ounce of tired. I looked over the moonlit lake and started to laugh. I don’t know why. I couldn’t stop. I was a shirtless guy with bright orange shoes standing alone and laughing on a street corner in the middle of the night. I looked at my Garmin only to find the battery drained. Somehow, this made the whole thing even more humorous.
I decided I better get moving before people started calling the cops to come remove this crazy man from their neighborhood. Fortunately, I was feeling fast. I zipped home again with that incredible floating feeling in my legs. I returned to my starting point with a huge grin on my face. I was in love.
I don’t know exactly how fast I went but it wasn’t all out. The Garmin died at 0.94 miles and registered an average pace of 6:50 min/mile up to that point. I didn’t slow down after that, so I figure I was sub 14 minutes for the two miles. It’s not lightning quick, but considering I finished feeling almost as fresh as when I started, I was giddy with the possibilities. I think there’s a good chance I’ll be running that midnight 5K on the 4th of July.
Haha! A GOOD run after alcohol and 40 pizza rolls? Love it.
A buzzed run?? Glad the trainers seem to be working for you!
You just went on a buzzed run!! haha, I am kinda jealous actually. And after 40 pizza rolls (which are amazing). That’s a real runner right there. AWESOME
I guess that’s one way to beat the heat!
i think you were drunk.
but, if it takes booze and pizza – sign me up! you can be my nutritionist any day.
How funny, I had that same dream too! =)
LOVE THIS POST!!!
I literally laughed my ass off at work.
Dude– Is this a sign of a problem? 🙂
You seemed to enjoy it soo much this might turn into ritual.
Brian Drinks– then Brian runs–
I have to admit. I have run drunk once and it was actually pretty cool… Maybe you’re on to something!