For better or for worse the wedding was at a winery -- my head still hurts as a result. I swear, I need to drink more in order to be able to drink more.
Fortunately the brilliant plan of pouring wine directly into my belly didn't impair my running -- I got in my miles as planned (granted, I planned to cut down on my miles for last week quite a bit). The runner dork in me is apparently stronger than the drinker dork in me. I guess that is a good thing, right?
A few hours after our plane landed I found myself running through a small vineyard and around some soft trails woven through the winery grounds. I sweated off the plane funk (does anyone else feel like the most dirty person in the world after a plane ride?) and got in about 5 miles.
The next up day we were up bright-ish and early-ish for golf. A par three, actually. I've never touched a golf club in my life aside from putt-putt at the beach when I was wee. At first I wasn't sure why we weren't going for one of the 18-hole, par 72 courses. About two strokes in I knew why -- it would have taken me about 89 days to finish. I was so amazingly terrible at it that I spent a good deal of time laughing until I was crying.
"Dad! Dad! I hit the ball off the ground and it didn't even go int the water!," I'd exclaim whenever I managed to not only hit the ball farther than I am tall but not lose it in a pond in the process.
"You look like you are trying to chop the head of a snake with an ax," encouraged my dad.
|Bill looks like he knows what he is doing. Don't let|
his looks deceive you.
|I got all my golf skillz from my dad.|
|Time to kill a snake.|
In case you thought I was kidding about being terrible at golf the above video will convince you that I am not.
The golf didn't quite get my heart rate up so after our 3-hour long game of par 3 I hit the hotel gym for my first treadmill run in months and months. Five miles just about as fast as I could -- GET ME OFF OF THIS THING was the thought going through my brain the entire time. I. Hate. Treadmills.
Fortunately the winery was only a few miles from a state park. It was easy to convince my dad and Bill to head to the park with me on Saturday morning. My dad hiked around for a bit while Bill and I hit a mountain bike trial for an hour run on some lovely trails. I should have packed my mountain bike.
We managed to get scrubbed up enough in time for the wedding. And all the wine that came with it. Ouch.
|Aren't my parents cute?|