Thursday, May 10, 2012
Beer is good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awzyLJFh1lQ Thursday, I reviewed my 3,000th different beer. In reality, there are probably a few more, but none that deserve the space in my limited memory to rate them accurately. That's why I rate em. To help remember. N Stuff. Those three thousand brews have come from 48 states (including DC) and 45 countries. From grocery stores, liquor stores, bars, breweries, trades, ebay, mail order(& homebrews that are not included in the total)...Dave's underwear drawer. You get the idea. On the site I use to track & score the beers I've had, www.beerpal.com - there are 81 styles of beer. I've at least sampled a beer or two from every style, some far more than others. My favorite styles by the numbers (ratings on a scale of 1-5, my average is a 3.5): 1. Imperial Porters (28) 4.15 average 2. Imperial Stouts (189) 4.13 (really my favorite if I had to pick, especially the barreled kind) 3. Flanders Red/Oud Bruin (25) 4.07 (combination of two similar styles...love them sours) 4. Belgian Quad (24) 4.06 5. Wild Ale (28) 4.01 (sours not brewed in the traditional flanders or lambic styles) 6. Barleywines (111) 3.96 (I combined American & English styles, too much overlap) 7. Imperial IPA (148) 3.93 (for the Hophead in me) 8. Old Ale (25) 3.90 (can be similar to Barlwywines, but merits it's own rank) 9. Strong Ale (101) 3.88 (kind of a catch-all catergory for big brews that don't fit another style) 10. Belgian Strong Ale (108) 3.87 (see strong ale, add Belgian)
Monday, May 7, 2012
The 2nd for myself, anyway. Turi, 1/4 of the aptly named Team Library Dork, has done this race every year since before he was born. Or something like that. I paced him last year in the half, and have watched other years from the sidelines. I'd only run in 2010, and because of good company, enjoyed the hell out of it despite getting a lashing the last mile. That year I ran 33:01. It was my best 10k since running a pr of 32:34...in 2001. I was quite healthy back then. You might even say robust. Not so much anymore, which is why the 33-flat was nice. As of February of this year, it had been my (then realistic) goal to get back to the 33's in this race. I knew the course. I liked the course. Despite the elevation, it's fast. Pretty flat, with an ever so slight uphill on the way up, and then the return trip back Downtown. I ran a negative split in 2010 despite imploding a little towards the end. But alas, it was not to be. The last Wednesday before the Bidwell Classic 5k a couple months ago, I did what was to be a pretty normal speed-workout, trying to get a little turnover back after taking a good portion of the summer & fall off. I completed the workout, and felt what at first I thought was some extra tightness in the hip flexor area. By that night, I thought maybe a mild strain. Next day...not so mild. Luckily, I hadn't been running 7 days a week for months, so I had a built in day off before Bidwell, and an easy day the day before. My hip did not respond as I'd hoped, but I kept my doubt mostly to myself as we traveled to Chico on Friday. Race morning dawns, and while still fearful, I'm pretty sure things will loosen up at least a little as I warm-up, stretch, and run (and they did, to an extent). I may not have been able to generate as much power as I'd liked, but basically felt ok with race-pace. The first mile went by in a pack of 6, including Scott & Zack, two other Reno runners who I had ocasionally been training with. Last year's champ, Nick, stared to pull away in the middle mile and Zack and Scott went with him. There was a small gap, and another pack of 3, myself included. Though the first mile was dead on goal pace, I couldn't quite hold it as Nick extended his lead. Scott and Zack ran side by side to the tape, while I fought for 5th overall in 16:20. I had hoped to be closer to 16, but as of yet, had no idea the extent of my injuries. All was (mostly) forgotten as we dined at Sierra Nevada for brunch and Burgers & Brews for dinner. As long as I didn't stand up. As the days turned into weeks, it became obvious that this was severe if it was a pull, or was something worse. No amount of time off running seemed to do much good, and things like, oh...sitting, walking, standing, bending, seemed to keep it juuuust irritated enough to not heal. After a few weeks, I stopped in to get the opinion of an old PT friend, who sent me to "the hip guy". The hip guy took an X-ray of my left hip (with a little right in there for good measure) and the results (if not threatening to my passion and therefore my general mental & physical well being) were downright comical. All kinds of fun stuff. "You see this round bone here? That's supposed to be a divet. See this extra lump here? That's putting bone on bone every time you take a full stride. See this hanging off? That peice broke off...pre-arthritic, nerves on the end of bones hitting nerves on the end of bones"...yada yada yada. Too similar for my taste to what was going on originally with my heel and Achilles in 2001. That surgery (4-6 mo. estimated recovery) took 4 years from my prime, and despite a few brief glimpses, I've never been the same. My running career has been a daily balancing act, trying to minimize overcompensating for a dizzying amount of injury upon injury without turning into a sedentary...well, that is not an option. Cortisone was an option, and one that I took a couple weeks later, but even if it was more successful that it seems to have been, it is a delay tactic. Sooner than later, I'll be back in for surgery on my hip, so, you know, the bones fit together like they are supposed to. Unfortunately for me, the cortisone does not seem to be keeping the soft-tissue surrounding my extra bone from being angry. My plan was to buy myself a little time, in order to have a late summer and fall racing season, then have the surgery in November, so I'm not sitting on my ass or otherwise stuck indoors during the nicest parts of the year. I'm not quite ready to call it a year, yet, but it seems as if surgery may come sooner than then. I'll know in a couple more weeks.