I started the weekend off by going to the beerfest in Mühldorf this weekend, spending yet another night in my proper 'German' attire. The climax of the night had to be when my friends got me to stand up on the table with them and taught me a very interesting dance to a popular folk song. Friends from the table across from us thought it was hilarious and captured the act with their cameras and phones. I'm venturing that the pictures will surface on facebook eventually. Perhaps I'll share them here, if I don't destroy the evidence first. Some friends wanted to go again on Saturday night. I reluctantly went along as I did not want to be out too late the night before an early morning ride. As it turns out, my friend and I were right in not wanting to go as the entire place was packed. Reminder: beerfests are like carnivals with all the rides and such, and they serve lots of beer in 1 Liter mugs. Saturday is the most popular night to go and there was not one seat left in the house. After over an hour of endlessly walking around in an unsuccessful search of a place to sit down, eat and drink, my friend and I decided we'd had enough and went home. I didn't bother to ask him if he went back to pick them up later as he said he would. He was pretty heated about event, as his girlfriend was the one that insisted on going and then decided that we had to find a table rather than just heading to the bar. So I decided not to bring it up with him again.
I was happy to get home early, in anticipation of the mountain biking ride scheduled for the following day. Sundays are the day for the weekend warrior to embark on adventure since there isn't much else to do. No stores or businesses are open. So aside from house work, blahhh house work, Sundays are best for getting outside. However, after settling into bed I got a text message from my biking partner telling me that he was in dire need of a rest day. A bit bummed, I understood completely. Some days you just need a break. Instead I decided on going for a run, and not a 12k. I backed it down to 5 miles today and kept the pace down as well. I didn't feel all that great since I hadn't eaten anything yet, but dismissed the feeling in favor of capitalizing on the present surge of motivation. I paid the price. Just 2 minutes into the run I could feel that my breathing was a notch faster than usual and that my stomach felt like it was imploding. That's more or less what it was doing; eating away at every bit of fat/energy left inside me. It was one of those runs that you just have to battle through. Couldn't motivation have waited until after I had eaten? On a positive note, my hamstring didn't cause me any pain today. I didn't even notice any tension. 'Sighs of relief.'
My plan this week is to run in the mornings before work. I always tell myself that I'm going to start running in the morning but I've yet to really commit. I might go once or twice before concluding that I'm still too tired for this crap at 5AM. I get plenty of sleep as I am generally in bed by 10:30 during the week, so I can't play that card. The issue is that my body is simply used to getting up at 7, regardless of what time I went to bed the night before. It's routine. So I just have to force myself into getting up at 5, hmm maybe 6, until my body adapts and accepts it as routine. Come on motivation!!!!
On a side note, I replaced the tube to my camelbak a few months ago after it was claimed by mold. The bladder isn't so difficult to dry out as you can generally find something to stick inside it (aside from the thing that camelbak sells) to let air in. But how do you get air into the tube without taking the valve off? What's your solution camelbak users? Do you hang it upside down or something? I'd like to find an effective remedy so I don't have to replace any more tubes in the near future. I can sense someone telling me to read the instruction manual. But when do guys read instruction manuals?
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