I just looked at the date of my last blog post and realized it’s been a week. It’s actually been a really busy week, hence no posts. I’m sitting here recovering from a whole day of drinking yesterday. I finished my first official race and decided to celebrate by drinking from the time the race finished at about 11:45am through about 11pm last night. Surprisingly I feel pretty good for almost 12 hours of drinking. I’m going to play some golf this afternoon to cap off the weekend. Living in Florida is awesome. Anyway, a group of friends from work and I decided to run in the Mud Crusade up in Dade City. It was a 5k race through mud and all sorts of obstacles. It was a lot of fun and we did it together as a team. That was my first experience with a race and we did it more for the fun of it than to try and get the best time but we all pushed pretty hard. We ended up finishing with a pretty good time so I am happy with it. It was good to see those people outside of our normal work capacity. For me it was really nice to get out and compete. I really miss it. With a race like that your only real competition is yourself. I know I am not going to be breaking any records. But just competing is something I really miss from my playing days and I will be signing up for many more races. I’m really looking forward to running in the Boilermaker with my family in July and I’d like to get involved in some sprint triathlons. I had such a “runners high” the rest of the day and it carried me through my day of drinking. I haven’t had that feeling in a long time. To celebrate I drank a beer in the shower like I used to do after a victory in college, and obviously the drinking didn’t stop there. I live alone so I was pretty much drinking alone, normal people do this. Since my body was dehydrated and I pretty much chugged a beer my stomach decide to vacate the contents of my stomach, at 2pm. Drinking alone and “vacating my stomach” at 2pm is again normal, right? It wasn’t “vacating” from drinking too much; I was just dehydrated and hadn’t eaten yet. I drank a bottle of water and made a sandwich, I was golden from that time on. All my college and high school friends would have enjoyed the show I was putting on, alone. They would have absolutely joined me. I love my friends down here but no one gets after it like we still do when we see each other. I know they still get after it the same way back north without me. I had like 3 more drinks before leaving for the Rays game with a group of friends. We “tailgated” at Ferg’s since it was raining. It’s not really tailgating at a bar. It’s just going to a bar, but the rain ruined the plans. I was disappointed as I brought a cooler of beer. I started out part 3 of the day with a shot of Patron, by myself. No one wanted to do a shot at 3:30 in the afternoon but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting after it. Congratulations me. I think a few people thought I was crazy, or an alcoholic, but since when have I cared what people thought? I have come to terms that I may be a little crazy. I chased that with a RBV and then switched to beer for the next 3 hours before the game.
Side note, as I am writing this I am watching Planet Earth, and this came on. HILARIOUS!!! Who thought this was a way to attract females?
Now back to the post. Anyway we go to the baseball game. Nothing really to write home about other than the Rays won and I continued to celebrate my race with alcohol. At that point I assume almost everyone was drunk but I could be wrong. A couple people must have been sober though because we had like 3 car loads of people. Those details are unimportant because I knew I wasn’t driving so I kept the celebratory beers flowing throughout the game. The people who had to drive I’m sure shut it down at some point. I came to a couple realizations throughout the day. I think I do some of my best thinking while drunk. Or at least certain things will jump out at me while I’m drunk that I don’t normally realize sober. There is a sweet spot for that to happen. It’s usually at around 5 drinks deep. After about 7 drinks the ability to think rationally goes out the window. So I was at that sweet spot early in the “tailgate.” What those realizations are I am not going to share but they were helpful for me. I was able to process a couple conversations I had earlier in the week and understand what that person was really saying. Who says drinking only leads to bad decision making? Anyway I have a pretty normal week coming up. No big plans or anything. I don’t think I was home at all last week other than to sleep and get dressed for the “so many activities” I had planned. Yes that is a “Step Brothers” reference. This past week was a good one. Met up with a couple friends for drinks on different nights, went sailing, ran in a race, got hammered at a Rays game, and came to some much needed realizations. Overall it was a great week to be me. But to be honest, when is it not a good week to be me?
No comments:
Post a Comment