I'm coming to you live from San Francisco International Airport today, which I think is Thursday. I'm pretty sure. It's hard to say exactly, and I've actually been in this airport three times in 8 days, so bear with me as I try to remember what in God's name even happened last week.
Number of Miles Run Last Week: 42. Holy shit, last week I ran a marathon? You're kidding! That seems like a billion years ago. I had two great runs along the Embarcadero in San Francisco last week, and then was resigned to the treadmill at the Westin for the last run of my stay.
Number of Beers Consumed Last Week: Not zero! Finally. I had two on Monday after the race, two on Wednesday after I arrived in San Francisco and needed to do something to stay awake until 8pm, which I deemed an acceptable bedtime despite the fact that the sun was still up, one on Thursday during a meeting (those are the best kinds of meetings, right?), one on Friday, two on Saturday, and one on Sunday. 7 whole beers! And I have to tell you, it only takes one to get drunk now! Unfortunately, it also only takes one to get hungover as well. I need to rethink this strategy going forward.
Types of Beers Consumed This Week: My first beer back was a Harpoon IPA. I followed that up with a Sam Adams, then spent my time in San Francisco drinking Anchor Steam because that was what was in the hotel mini bar. I also had a Faction Pale Ale, and a Sierra Nevada of questionable integrity. Well, I didn't question it. Beer doesn't go bad, in my opinion.
So all that brings us to today, Thursday. Since I left San Francisco on Monday, I've been to Portland, Oregon, where I drank more great beers and ran in a third state in which I don't live, and am now back again, en route to San Diego for the weekend, where I hope to continue running and definitely anticipate continued beer drinking. I have a vague recollection of having an apartment and a cat (he's staying in Connecticut during my prolonged absence, and I have no doubt he is enjoying it much more than he enjoys our tiny home in Manhattan), but it's all a distant memory. I get back to New York on Sunday, 12 days after I began this cross-country, combination business and personal trip. Unless you're an exceptionally good packer, and excel at staying awake late, I don't really recommend doing what I'm doing, least of all immediately after a marathon, but I won't complain about going to three of the best cities on the west coast that happen to be having incredible weather.
It's time to enter airplane mode, so I'll be back to recap the running in Oregon and SoCal later. If you need me, I'll be coating myself in sunscreen, too tired to determine if I should be wearing a suit or a sundress for whatever cocktail party is next on my agenda. It's a hard life, people.
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