Saturday morning started with the usual Weekend Warriors workout livestreamed from our gym. Halfway through the first exercise — a minute of mountain climbers — Clark decided he wasn’t feeling it and went out to run instead.
I finished the workout, and later I went out to run too. I stretched out the 6-miler I’ve been doing on Saturdays to 7.5. It went pretty well, other than my GI tract. I had to run off the river trail to find a spot to go to the bathroom around mile 4, and then I had to walk a lot of the seventh mile when I had to go again but there was nowhere available. That slowed down the overall average pace to just over 9:00/mile.
That afternoon, we went to Encinitas for lunch at The Crack Shack, on the recommendation of one of Clark’s coworkers, who apparently picks up dinner there on his way home from work three nights a week. They specialize in fried chicken. We each got a sandwich; mine was a fried thigh covered in firebird sauce, with ranch, fried onions and thinly sliced pickles. It was delicious!
We went to Cardiff-by-the-Sea to pick up some beers from Lost Abbey Brewing, and then we went back home.
It was a really pretty afternoon, so we took some of those beers out to the patio to sit in the sun.
There were some other dogs out there. Pepper is such an anti-social jerk haha. He actually growled under his breath at another Weimaraner, and then when a smaller dog came over, Pepper barely acknowledged him.
We put Clark’s Goodrs on Pepper. They looked OK on the front end:
But we preferred them on the back end haha:
We got some more takeout for dinner. I was still kinda full from that chicken sandwich though, so I saved most of mine for after my long run the next day.
Sunday morning, after breakfast, I went out to run 12 miles. Clark asked me why I wanted to run that far and I didn’t really have a specific reason. Just sounded like a good number.
It was overcast at least, but still on the warm side and pretty humid. The humidity here is nothing like what we had on Delmarva, but it’s not dry here either. I’m kinda surprised, but it’s probably a good thing I don’t get used to dry air, because I’d definitely die the first time I try to run again back east.
I ran south toward Carlsbad and back. The ocean there smells terrible right now! All that algae that produced the bioluminescence effect last month is dying and rotting. On top of that, it apparently causes “dead zones” in the water, where it sucks up all the oxygen, which is also killing fish, so they’re out there rotting too.
There was more algae in Carlsbad than Oceanside, so it’s stronger there. The breeze was blowing directly off the ocean yesterday, and there were a couple spots where it smelled like someone had opened a can of rancid tuna fish and held it up to my face. Barf.
However, other than one bathroom stop around mile 8.5, the run itself went great, and I finished 12.2 miles at a 9:12/mile average, my longest run in a couple of months.
I ended my run on the Strand in Oceanside, so I could tear off my shoes and iPod and run right out into the water. It felt amazing!
I got back just in time to shower and then watch the first NASCAR race in two months.
The highlight was when Jimmie stupid Johnson took the lead at lap 89 (of 293), the commentators immediately started talking about how he was going to end his 99-race winless streak and then one lap later he ran into a lapped car and wrecked himself haha.
Basically, the last thing I want to see is Jimmie win an eighth “championship” and break the tie for the all-time record with Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardt Sr., who won seven apiece under what I will always consider the real format, where they accumulated one point total through the whole season and whoever had the most at the end won.
I mean, it’s not his fault — he didn’t come up with the “playoff” format and he didn’t make it to Cup until just before they switched it up — but it just bugs me when they go on about what a dynasty team his was, to win five championships in a row and seven total, when he’d only have one or two under the old format.
Which is good! Not many drivers win one. He’s a good driver and he’s on a good team, particularly when Chad Knaus was his crew chief. I just don’t think he belongs in the same tier as Petty and Earnhardt.
As long as he stays winless, he’ll have a harder time getting into the playoffs at the end of the year, getting lucky at the right time and winning No. 8. Which is why I cackled when he took himself out while leading.
Anyway.
The race was won by my favorite active driver, Kevin Harvick. The post-race interview looked a little different, with no fans in the background and the interviewer using a boom mic so he could maintain proper social distancing.
Harvick didn’t rename himself “Dr.” anything; all the drivers put a local health care worker’s name over their own above their windows.
But it was great to have NASCAR on again! The next Cup race is Wednesday night, again at Darlington.
After the race, we called my parents but mostly talked to my younger sister, and then watched the last two episodes of “The Last Dance.” I’ve never been a basketball fan, but that was a really interesting series and I’m kinda sad it’s over.
And now it’s Monday. Today will be more strength training and then a short run.