Although I can't claim to have partaken in this tonight, there is nothing quite like a cold beer after a good, challenging run. This is especially true during the summer months when the sun and heat drains me of every ounce of energy I may have. After a Zilker out-and-back run, our "night crew" sometimes stumbles over to Uncle Billy's Brew and Que, looking like the epitome of dishevelment, for sustenance in the form of beer and fried foodstuffs. As part of the learning experience, I made some sort of hydration or some other mistake I haven't quite figured out and wasn't feeling up for imbibing of any sort this evening. The company alone, however, was well worth the trip. After rehashing the run, the conversation tends to devolve into silly banter and relentless teasing, intermixed with random bouts of serious conversation. Nothing quite like my night running crew to keep me on my toes (rather than heel striking? Sorry, a perhaps witty running pun I couldn't quite resist.).
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