Now now.  Don't be bitter.  If it makes you feel any better, my first glass of Weyerbacher tomorrow will be had in your honor.

 Not a big fan of bitter's. Stout's are preferred.

and the glass tip is appreciated. I'll tip a glass of my Diet Coke to the beer drinkers of the world.

and this - no alcohol means losing those few pesky pounds which will equate to being a bit lighter and faster for my goal HM. Once I crush that goal, I can relax with the Indy Runners and the keg that is in the post race tent.

There is a method to the madness.

Well then you are in luck.  My growler will be filled with imperial stout aged in bourbon barrels.  That will be the toast.

 Nice. Alas the victory keg will most likely be some swill such as Bud or Miller, but beer(s) won/earned = a satisfying drink.

 

Go to hell.  I would much rather drink a minikeg of Oberon.

Heh. Ouch. You cut me. You cut me to the quick man.....

Bad beer is like a roach - afraid of light, gross and apparently reproduces like wildfire.

Yeah well the 4 pounds is child's play. I was sitting at Scotty's last night on our monthly pub networking night watching Bells, Stella, Guiness, and all manner of good beer cross my grill while I sat and enjoyed my diet cokes. Lent can be a cruel thing. The pounds will come off faster than the scars I'm creating on my psyche.

Nice on the Dogfish - good stuff.

 Heh.  And there I was sitting at home with a sick infant (again).   We were hoping the kids would finally be healthy for the little one's baptism and 20 houseguests this weekend but no such luck.

 

At least I nailed a great interval workout on the TM.  I was getting a little worried that I was running and running and gaining no apparent fitness but it's finally started to show in spades over the past couple weeks.

Just make it though the weekend in one piece and hopefully everyone can get healthy. Hell the big yellow thing was spotted in the sky yesterday during my lunch run so there is hope of spring and warmer weather.

Good to see the intervals are improving. I guess I better man-up more for the weekend runs as it looks like those are stepping up a notch to keep up with you. Either I kill PRs this year or die trying.

Working at home today and just about ready to finish up.  Roads are clear, gotta love that late February sun.  So I will get my run in.  Then it's time for BEER.

I have a variety of Weyerbacher in the fridge...

Fireside

Merry Monks

Old Heathen

India

Heresy

Choices, choices, choices.