New day, same guy. He asks if I've heard of a brewing company that is super super close to my house. I had not, but Google had. I had time to kill (it's still Winter Break for another week) so I strolled on up and danged if they weren't serving samples. The very nice bartender grew up in Pickerington (read: Columbus, OH) so we had something to talk about and then she started talking about the Rock and Roll Half in DC because her dad comes in to watch her run it. The story was more interesting than that, really, but this is about me sooo... I came home and Googled again. The R&R.5 takes place the first day of Spring Break. I mean, if the universe (that is, a dude and a bartender) keeps mentioning half-marathons it must mean I'm supposed to try one. Plus V and J agreed to come along.
More Googling and I found a nice nine-week training schedule and today I needed to run two miles, which I guessed at but I wasn't far off—I checked the route just now with right-click-Measure distance.
