On thursday I was planning on racing a 5k in Oneonta, then going up to Albany to spend New Years eve with some runner kids. I had gone to my friend Mike's house to play poker on Wednesday night, got home kinda late and rushed in to get to bed. The next morning as I rushed around to pack everything I needed for the race and the trip north, I discovered that in my infinite wisdom I had locked the keys in my car. With no spare ones, I tried to open the door with the ol' clothes-hanger in the window trick, I've done this before, but it requires time and patience, neither of which I had at the moment.
I ended up taking my parents' car and making it to the race on time, got second place, puked in a flower bed outside the YMCA after my breakfast bagel decided to make an appearance after I crossed the finish line. Showered with a sock as a washcloth and a t-shirt as a towel, because I forgot to pack those items. Then it was off to Guilderland.
We all met at a nice restaurant for dinner, had a good meal, and went back to Mr. Justin Wager's abode to celebrate the new year. We went on a little jog to celebrate midnight, which culminated with Newell taking his clothes off and giving the Wager's neighbors a free show. Opened a bottle of champagne that I did not need to drink, then fell asleep with my hat on.
Woke up the next morning and reminisced with everybody for a while, then headed further northward to pine-tree filled Queensbury for a stay at the Newell residence. We met up with Thomas Williams for a run, the highlight of which was definitely stopping to watch Tom dry-heave in the middle of the road halfway through the run.
The next morning woke up early for a snowy run, then went to watch Jared's brother in a cross-country ski meet. This was a new experience for me, as I have never skate-skied or seen a meet. It was just like a track meet, only on skis. I may or may not be a child-prodigy on skate skis.
Overall a very enjoyable weekend, good to see everyone, especially Shamus Owen Nally, who is leaving for Oregon to be a hotshot pro runner. (Best of luck Seamus, send em and show those Oregonians how it's done.)
There's a whirlwind around my head after reading that !
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