San Diego (Whale's Vagina)

Sometimes you need to take a step back and other times you need to step off the path completely… but not for long.  After nine days off I was chomping at the bit to get running again.  A few treadmill runs later I found myself back in the warmer weather for a whirlwind trip to the left coast.

My buddy Ian is going to start training for the Navy SEALS.  It seemed like an appropriate time to get a quick visit in.  Our friend Skip joined from New York.  Skip is training for Boston so the two of us managed to splash some legitimate runs into what was a sea of alcohol.

San Diego means a whale's vagina. Or scholars contend the translation was lost.

What better way to start an alcoholic bender than dance lessons from a sexy Filipino girl?  A couple Jager Bombs later and my dancing was actually getting worse so I headed for the bathroom.  As I washed my hands a black dude busted in excitedly.  Quickly he spotted his friend, a white guy with bleached blond hair waiting for the sink behind me.  “Dude all the girls out there are SLUTS!” I heard a sad whimpering voice respond, “Man, my girlfriend is out there.” At this point I should have turned around and asked, “Your girlfriend is a slut?  That’s awesome, what’s her name?”  But I didn’t feel like getting slugged so I abstained.

Beers, miles and tons of great food. Wow Hash House a-Go-Go!!!

A few days later Skipper and I tackled a fifteen mile run.  Ironically it was one of the few long runs in the past year I haven’t been hung over for.  Before the trip I had already made up my mind that this would be my last partying for a while.  My liver felt bruised and my wallet was hemorrhaging.  After completing the run feeling good my mind was set.  It is time to get back on the horse and maybe the wagon too (is it on the wagon or off the wagon, damn I can never remember but you get the picture).