No Code Brown

Two miles is child's play. I'm so cocky.

Today I ran a mile (a touch over 12 min), walked 1/4, then ran another mile (11:40). It went really well. Felt really good. Long run will be Friday or Saturday. Get ready for it! Well, I mean...I will, but I guess you don't really have to. Unless it's only me reading this.

It was funny today, too, because I'm supposed to use my inhaler 15-2o minutes before I start running and I forgot to do it when I left work, so I actually pulled over, got it out of my trunk, and used it on the side of the road. Dedication. I also called my friend Krause and told him to come run, which he did. I'm proud of him, but not attracted to him.

There was one thing that really made me worry about today's run, though. Our lunch was catered today (see the picture on my Facebook) and it was good, but it didn't sit well. With my stomach. Or my butt. I was worried the ordeal would affect my run, but it didn't. Phewf. Also, I'm proud of the fact that I avoided saying, "I was afraid of how the runs would affect my run." Wait...goshdangit!

After my run, I popped in and out of the shower and then Julie and I met some friends at the Madison Mallards baseball game. It was great to be with friends (and my wife) even if the game sucked. As usual, my favorite part was when the announcer said "wiener" every time a ball was hit foul (out of play). You see, at Mallards games, if you retrieve a foul ball and take it to the concession stand, you get a free hot dog in trade for it. Therefore, every time a foul ball is hit, it's an opportunity for someone to obtain a free hot dog...or...wiener. Wiener.

One more time? Yes.

Wiener.