I talked to a father of a kid on my kid's soccer team the other day who's giving up booze for the new year. That's just tired. I would say get good and hammered and then think about your relationship with the bottle. I have had my share of booze related issues. I gave up drinking for 3 years back in the day because it was becoming a problem. It was social. I was being a coward.
I don't get hammered, anymore. Other than the rare occurrence (I got lit-up with JW at a Padres game - remember that, homey? non-stop epic drafts - and then this last new year's eve I had about 8 craft beers averaging 10%ABV though luckily was being cared for by my lovely wife: Christmas present, party at Stone Brewery) I don't drink very much anymore. Hangovers suck. Drinking a lot of booze sucks. Having a couple of freshly hopped IPAs, or some good ole cold yellow beer (especially after a day on the trail), nothing like it. Since it just happened, I would have to say that getting lit on new year's eve was good. You get your ya ya, your fix, your reminder of how that's over-rated, whatever. If you deny yourself those kinds of occasions, you might get a little too psyched to throw grogs and do something stupid. So, if you're thinking about cutting back on the booze, go get shit-faced, in a padded room. Then reassess. God willing you reach a point where just a couple of beers at a time (unless it's a real special occasion and you've made appropriate arrangements) will suffice. That's the wise approach. Indeed.
What do I want in 2012? I want more of the things that I use in my life. I want more sleep, more beer, more running, more money, more of my wife, more time with my kid, more traveling, more good healthy grub, more good times with friends on and off the trail, more mountains, more silence. . .
I am stoked about the running though I'm one slow bastard. The feet are finally coming around. I have been running pretty damn consistently recently. I took two days off while I was skiing, but that is some dynamite leg strength activity and it really helped my ankle foot strength. No doubt. Then I took new years day off because I was worthless. And I took yesterday off because I am sick. Otherwise, I have been going strong. As of this week, the climbing has commenced. I am brutally slow at this point, but the suffering will only help. I have a SoCal mountain race, 9 miles ~1700ft, in a month that will eat me up and a pretty stiff 50k in March. So now I have to turn to the vertical mile.
Monday - hike with kid, 1300 ft.
Tuesday - ~9 miles, 2000 ft run/hike because I crashed/bonked on the trail (I thought this was dehydration, which it was but I was coming down with this cold)
Wednesday - 9 miles (2 runs) 800 ft. This put me over the edge on the cold front.
Thursday/Yesterday - off (slept about 11 hours)
Friday/Today - Not sure, but I will ease back into some work
Another strengthening exercise that has helped the feet a ton (I recommend for anyone struggling with ANY lower leg or feet issues including some moderate PF) is jump roping. On some days I will jump-rope for an hour. Try it. And I thank the wolfman for that.
The beer crunches have remained a solid addition. These started back in December, so no resolution crap tied to this.
The other beer program that's underway this year (uh oh, this is a kind of resolution): I am vowing to buy my beer with only the money I make selling crap on ebay, etc. In other words, I am now allowed to spend any family salary funds on beer. This will encourage my entrepreneurial spirit, and our ability to clean house. Of course, if we go to dinner I can have a beer or two and my wife is qualified to come home with a sixer or a growler if this pleases her. Like the beer crunch program I have implemented, she totally digs the beer fund program.
Check back in few days for some 2012 commentary, which looks to be rocking about a 9.5ABV!
Just a few pics of the past few days. Here's to a fantastic year of running, loving, working and killing whatever needs to be killed. Cheers.
Twice-worn Glycerin 8s, $20 at the local running store (whore house). My favorite shoes, ever.
Stone was pouring some beasts. This was a rich "Emperial" of some kind.
At home, keeping things clean.
