Nothing better than a pair of dirty running shoes!

Last night, I almost got into a fight with a brash, arrogant individual with no filter. There is something to be said about emotional intelligence. It seems to be rare these days, especially if alcohol is present... Tequila, to be exact. There are some things you just shouldn't talk about at a Tequila party. Religion is at the top of the list. Here's a recap of the night: Oktoberfest! Lots of fun, beer and Brats soaked in Guinness...good times. Frymire proposes to his girlfriend while q'ing the Brats. Fun and really random. Fast forward past peeing in the bushes, two fire pits, lots of beer, wine, vodka and various deep conversations about the anatomy of a human being. Stranger says "The Catholic church is garbage!" I say, in jest, "My dad was a priest." He says, "Sucks to be you!" I go black and white and tell him he will leave without a scrotum. Yeah... that's it. My wife made me get up and leave the party because it wasn't going to end well. 

So, what does this have to do with running? 

My wife and I ran 8 miles this morning in Lodi wine country. We drank too much, and slept too little, but we got up and ran 8 miles. And, I'm so glad I did. Running is the perfect detoxifier. We ran through the Zinfandel vineyards, the drip-lines, the irrigation canals, and the squirrels munching on acorns, and the Sikh religious center that was celebrating something with lots of great smelling food. And in the end, I felt better about the whole thing. I don't usually lose my temper, but I did, and I lost it well. Hopefully my friends won't ex-communicate me from the inner circle of October fest participants. I just couldn't let someone say something terrible to a group of people that I love and respect. I had to put him in check. I don't know if I did, but I put myself out there and let it all hang out.  

Running keeps me sane!