Sweating With The Oldies

I’m a sweater. No, not the garment, but rather a person who sweats easily. Because of this I am more than ready for our ridiculously hot, muggy temperature to go away.

Bison — It’s What’s For Dinner
It’s what’s for dinner unless of course you either don’t eat meat or were like me and not very hungry by the time you made it to Ted’s Montana Grill. The occasion was Stacy‘s xxth birthday and we met at the Ted’s in Decatur.

Upon finishing up dinner and having a few group photos taken by the waitstaff (it’s part of Ted’s birthday celebration don’tcha know) to commemorate the occasion we headed over to one my Favorite Places On Earth — the Brick Store Pub.

There were only two problems with this plan for me however… First, I knew that I had to drive home which meant that I would have to curtail my desire to drink every beer on the menu. Then there was the sweating. We initially parked ourselves at an outdoor table which was fine initially but when any semblance of a breeze went away I started to sweat (noticeably). We headed indoors but by then it was too late for me. The bar was packed and their a/c had no hope of cooling things down (a recurring theme around me). I felt self-conscience standing around sweating so I headed home early — which at least meant that I was sober enough to drive myself home legally.

ITP Flickr Pic
I’ve always noticed Panola Mountain on a map. I’ve always wondered why not many people talked about it. This is the only compelling shot I was able to take in my short journey around the state park.

Panola Mountain

Now I know why people don’t talk about Panola Mountain. And to make matters worse I also twisted my ankle by stepping on a tree root.

I Got Mugged, And I Liked It!
It finally happened yesterday. I’ve finally gone to a hash long enough to earn a mug. Yesterday was my fiftieth hash with Atlanta’s Black Sheep Hash and since they only run every other week you need to attend fifty in order to get an engraved mug.

You’d think that since I’ve been hashing for approximately 8.5 years that I’ve racked up at least one other mug by now. However, my interest in Saturday hashing has peaked and faded often, and I didn’t start running Black Sheep until about five years ago since I was leary of sitting on a block of ice in order to do a down-down.

Mind Over Fatter
Yesterday’s Black Sheep was the type of hash that had you questioning your sanity and thanking that you were alive when it was done.

We had been warned that flashlights were mandatory and that we should be running with a buddy. Given that the starting location was the old K-Mart on Cleveland Avenue and I-85 I took the instructions to heart. Had it not been my fiftieth Black Sheep, or these instructions provided by a lesser-hare I surely would have found something better to do yesterday.

Making a flashlight mandatory meant one thing — “sewer tunnels”; and sewer tunnels we got. The first set of tunnels were fun; they were tall and clean enough to jog through. The second set were something entirely different; barely tall enough to crouch through, although thankfully mostly dry (I’d hate to think how dangerous this would have been if we had rain recently).

For a while I wondered if I was fit enough to make it through. What would happen if the tunnels became more narrow? Would I get stuck like August Plump in Willy Wonka? “Keep moving.” “One foot in front of the other.” “No one is here to save your fat ass.” were statements I repeated often in my head. Being passed in the tunnels by female-machines that I knew had run twenty miles on Saturday (whilst I rested) only eroded my male ego that much more. And then finally I “racked myself” while trying to climb over a seven-foot fence at the end.

Much beer followed by another Sunday trip to the Grant Park Zocalo made the pain go away temporarily.

Is there any question why I hurt today? Is there any question why I chose not to step on a scale this morning? Is there any need to mention that I need to lose weight and start exercising?

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – Puzzled
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Peter Bjorn & John — “Amsterdam”
Website Of The Day – Looking for things to do along I-20? Look no further than Treasures Along I-20. The fucking internet has everything!
Exercise (b)Log – crawling through sewer tunnels
Monthly Mileage – 7 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car

August Goals
1) Get my first Ruby / Ruby on Rails program written
3) Lose 5 pounds (if at first, second, third, fourth, you don’t succeed….)

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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9 Responses to Sweating With The Oldies

  1. Beth says:

    Congrats on your mug! Where did you all wind up ending? We got a call from Shirley Temple (who I guess was bimboing) about the possibility of using our “ghetto” house as the end. This was at 2 PM … which had me wondering about how crazy trail was going to be if an end had not been found before trail started!

    Evidently all of Decatur was w/o air on Sat night … the on-after at Twains was hotter than the hash. Good times. How did I ever live in G’ville?

  2. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    The trail ended at some school property. Seeing that alcohol is forbidden on school property we quickly rounded everyone up and headed to Little Easy’s house.

    I just read that this August has been the hottest month in Atlanta’s recorded history. C’mon developers, keep cutting down those trees!

  3. Martha says:

    Determination, not fitness is what was needed to get through those tunnels…it also helps if you are only slightly taller than the tunnels 😉

    As tired as I was when we got home, I ‘forced’ myself to have one more beer before bedtime. My head hurts this morning but I sure it is from hitting it 47 times on the top of the tunnel.

  4. Barb says:

    With all that sweating, you should have at least lost a few pounds…. I was crazy enough to go to Wheelhopper yesterday, and since Jackass decided to not actually lay flour, we only had 10 people, there was just the one main trail, I think 17-18 miles. I’m not in good enough shape for that in 90+ degree weather. I’m dead tired today.

  5. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    Inside the tunnel sweat was literally dripping from my head. Anything I sweated out I replaced with water and beer.

    No flour? Isn’t that what makes a hash a hash? (other then always having beer at the end)

  6. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    I guess that I should be thankful that we weren’t struck by lightning like the suckas who ran last year’s Catch the Crabs hash. 🙂

  7. Barb says:

    Yes, one would think that flour is a necessary element of a hash. But, Oak Mountain doesn’t have very many options for bikes, it is pretty much one trail. (I sure wish I had know that before driving 2 hours). And Jackass was the hare, need I say more?
    It was/is an great ride, just way too hot for me to ride 17+ miles. I want to go back in the fall…. I think I could have fun the next time.

  8. Martha says:

    Barb, it is way to hot to do ANYTHING. I’m going to try to make it out for next week’s urban assult…if I can put the beer bottle down after a run at PWD’s in the morning.

    Paulie, choosing between stuck in the tunnel and struck by lightning, I’d have to go with the first option. Some of those poor ba$tards have never been the same.

  9. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    It’s almost to hot to drink beer. HAHAHA! I almost typed that without laughing.

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