Well week 1 is in the books and I half wish it didn’t happen. Leading up to week 1, I was very excited and ready to start. The first few days of the week would be spent in Minneapolis for work. The hotel was downtown close to bars and restaurants, but it also housed a decent gym. Knowing this going into the week I packed all my running gear and told myself to run after training and before being taken out to dinners. Below is a recap of what actually happened.
6am Pittsburgh, 60F/RAIN: Finally make it to work after having to caulk the wagon. Perfect running weather. Almost stopped off for a quick run through Brady’s Run Park.
4pm Pittsburgh, 40F: Board plane to lovely Minneapolis. Probably the smallest plane I’ve been in. I think they fly bigger planes in the Alaskan bush.
6pm Minneapolis, 20F: Land in the freezing cold, catch a taxi and head to the hotel. Get to hotel and unpack. Co-workers ready for dinner and drinks. No time to run just yet. I think to myself…”self run when you get back.”
8pm Minneapolis, 10F/Wind: Dinner at a British pub, kinda like Pipers, but nothing close. I should have known I was in trouble when I heard what their seasonal/”craft” tap was. ”Yes sir, we have Sam Adams blah blah blah blah”. I ordered a Guinness.
10pm Minneapolis, 0F/Wind: Coldest 3 block walk ever. Too cold and tired to run. Tuesday will be a new day with more time to run.
6am Minneapolis, -10F/Wind: Wake up and did some core exercises. Felt great ready for work and a nice run after work.
5pm Minneapolis, 5F/Wind: Work was cool, but I got tired of listening to all the locals say how warm it was. Headed to the gym for a solid 2.5 mile jog. Anything over 1mile on a treadmill is torture.
7pm Minneapolis, 0F/Wind:
Dinner at an Irish pub, The Local. Very cool wood work. Apparently they sold the most Jameson in the world over the past 3yrs. If you were to stack the empty bottles end to end it would be over 29,000ft tall. Still in trouble…nothing special on tap. The only craft beer there was a Great Lakes Edmund Fitz. I had a Guinness and then a Summit Pale Ale at the hotel. The Summit Pale Ale was nothing special. Mostly watery, with a splash of hops. Still better then Miller or Bud or Coors.
3am Minneapolis, -1000F/Wind: Sick
4pm Minneapolis, -9999999F/Wind: Sick, fly home.
Sunday: Finally had real food!
Week 1 Recap – Minneapolis has a poorer Craft Beer scene then expected. Minneapolis is DAMN COLD! Getting sick sucks. The 2.5miles was very doable. Very very ready for Week 2.
Week 1 Totals – Ran 2.5miles, drank 3 beers.
We have received a few suggestions for what beer would be best to celebrate with after crossing the finish line. Leading the way is the Pale Ale. Any other suggestions? Whose ‘Pale Ale’ should it be? Please don’t say Summit’s.