Sunday Wrap Up: In Which 29 is the New 21

I'm back from Chicago and staving off Sunday depression, so let's recap my journey, shall we?

When I left New York on Wednesday, the weather looked like this:



I'm not really sure how the cab driver could see through that rain, but I made it to LaGuardia unscathed. Unfortunately my flight was delayed 17 days (approximately). Worse, everyone else's flight was also delayed, and the airport bar was already at capacity when I arrived. I passed the time sending tweets about how I hate people, and eventually made it to Chicago. I took a cab from Midway directly to a bar. All was right with the world.

I woke up on the Fourth and kicked off celebrations with a run, which looked like this:



It did not suck. I spent the rest of the day drinking every Midwestern beer I could get my hands on. You know what beer comes from the Midwest? Bud Light.

On Friday I had to work, which wasn't awesome, but eventually we made it to the Sheffield Baseball Club, which overlooks Wrigley and which looks like this:



Chicago is a place known for its hot dogs. Why I don't live there is beyond me. Anyway, in addition to eating hot dogs and watching the Cubs lose, I also drank more beers, as seen here:



I drank all those.

Now I'm back in New York, which feels like this:



Rude. I did manage a 10+ mile run to Brooklyn today, which was only horrible for the last 2ish miles, when I ran uphill in direct sunlight. Otherwise, it wasn't awful despite the heat, though I did inadvertently make a woman think I was a rapist murderer. I had been behind her the entire length of the Brooklyn Bridge, and was quite impressed by how solidly she tackled the expanse, especially in the heat and sun. When I caught up to her on the Brooklyn side, I meant to compliment her on her grit. Unfortunately I decided to extend this compliment by beginning with "I've been chasing you for a very long time," which was extremely creepy of me. I blame the heat.

Number of Miles Run This Week: 28. That includes a hill workout, a tempo run, and 10 miles in 90+ degree weather. I am psyched with my effort this week.

Number of Beers Consumed This Week: Jesus, I'm terrified to know the answer. Is it humanly possible to day drink without doing so to excess? No, it is most assuredly not. Related, don't go to Chicago unless you are well versed in frat culture. Which I am, bro. As evidenced here:



Sun's out, guns out, amirite?

Types of Beers Consumed Last Week: Well, there were plenty of Bud Lights. Plenty. Also, Oberon, Green Line Pale Ale, 312, Daisy Cutter, Sunday Session Hopped Up Ale, Femme Fatale Brett, Guinness, and Brooklyn Lager.

Coming up: I'm in town for 13 straight days! It'll take at least 3 to thoroughly dry out from my last trip...