The Dog Days of Summer. As in the “hot as a dog” or “sweating like a dog” sense, not in the literal “Sirius rises with the Sun” sense. Yeah, it was one of those weeks. From Tuesday evening onward, I generally dreaded the thought of going outside. So I more or less did not.
Our plan to attend the annual Route 11 Yard Crawl on Saturday was foiled by a heat index of 108° F, so we instead went to Upton Hill Park. Who knew there were water slides only 10 minutes from home?! And for only $8.50/person!! Or $12 with batting cages and mini golf!!!
In the Gym
Despite Metro delays causing me to miss meeting up with my Dojo crew on Tuesday, I decided to give running outside another go. Big Mistake. Before my first interval was done, I could feel the humidity taking its toll. By the time I finished, my shoes and shorts looked as though I’d just forded a river Oregon Trail style. Oof.
With Thursday’s temperature even hotter, I thought better of running outside and instead did my tempo on the treadmill. Despite still feeling the effects of Tuesday’s debacle, I got through over 12 miles, eight at marathon pace. Not a bad way to start the day.
With the heat increasing over the weekend, I resorted to shorter trainer rides instead of my usual Sunday Sufferfest. Kinomap made Sunday’s effort decidedly more interesting than a structured (i.e. ergometer) workout, perhaps enough so that I’ll sign up for a subscription.
My actual gym work has been quite limited for the past couple of weeks. My efforts to work around/push through a bout of tennis elbow proved ill-advised, and I made the condition worse. I finally got a brace on Saturday, and I’m being a lot more careful in my day-to-day activities. I’m optimistic it will clear up soon, but I’m taking it VERY easy until that proves out.
In the Kitchen
In 2016, if you cook but don’t Instagram it, did it really happen? Regardless, we did just that pretty much all week. Well, apart from Tuesday, when we got &pizza after happy hour (which I actually Instagrammed).
On Wednesday, The Missus surprised me with cheesesteaks when I got home. Apparently she got a whiff of fried onions on her way home and made a beeline to the Giant for cheesesteak supplies. Her impulsive nature finally paid off!
Our other meals were decidedly less memorable, so I’ll spare you the discussion.
At the Bar
Our friend and favorite bartender took a new post at DGS Delicatessen a few months back. We kept meaning to visit at his new haunt, but we’re
terrible people creatures of habit. We finally made it on Tuesday, and it was a reminder of why we like him so much. What’s not to love about delicious, creative drinks and attentive, smiling service?
A place with “deli” in the name might not be the first place you think of when you want good drinks, but it’s worth a visit!
We were excited to check out the U.S. Bartender Guild’s 5th Annual Rum Day celebration at Jack Rose on Sunday. Unfortunately, it was on the open rooftop. And as previously mentioned, it’s really f-ing hot right now. There was one air-conditioned space, but it was loud and crowded, so we bounced after about 30 minutes. Sunk c0sts, ya know?
Not to be deterred from some weekend festivities, I decided to get crafty at home. The Missus had mentioned enjoying a Kentucky Mule while she was out the other week, so I decided to put my own touch on it. Not bad, if I do say so myself.
Around the Interwebs
- Here’s what’s happening in your brain when you’re blackout drunk (Business Insider)
- Surreal photo of Michael Phelps shows just how much of a physical freak he is (Business Insider)
- This Is Why There Are So Many Ties In Swimming (Deadspin) – Because science (or engineering)
- We Finally Know Why The Olympic Diving Pool Turned Green (Gizmodo) – Short answer: Someone screwed up
- Why all the practice in the world can’t turn you into an Olympian (Wonkblog) – Sorry, Malcolm Gladwell.