I spent the weekend in Ohio’s fair capital city. Despite the fact that Pi Day isn’t officially until next Friday, I signed up for the 5K almost entirely because I wanted the medal. My friend Eric was awesome enough to let me crash at his place so I wouldn’t have to get up at o’dark-thirty to make the drive in time.
I picked up my BF, Janet, at 8ish Saturday morning and we headed to the park. It was a little chilly when we started out, but once we were moving, it felt good outside. We met our goal of finishing under an hour and I think Jan had a good time, when all was said and done. Of course, I couldn’t resist having my medal engraved…
After running home and cleaning up, I crashed a mini-class of ’88 reunion for lunch. It was great catching up with Jen, Janet & Robin. I’ll have to head back east next month and try to catch up with even more people I haven’t seen in an age.
By now I’d pretty much decided I wasn’t going to head back to Dayton until the following morning, so I decided to check out the Brewery District. Bellied up to the bar at Columbus Brewing Company and ordered a flight.
Unfortunately it was WAY heavy on IPAs. I just…blech, not a fan. I’m always a fan of wheat beers, even the raspberry ones and (1) Jackie O’s Razz Wheat didn’t disappoint. (2) CBC Pale Ale was okay, but starting to tilt towards that IPA flavor that I’m not a fan of. The (3) Weasel Boy Plaid Ferret was a tasty caramel-chocolaty change, but then we ramped into IPA-ville. The (4) CBC IPA and (5) Head Hunter IPA were as meh as I expected. CBC’s Nightstick IPA was better. Maybe I like the black IPAs better because there’s more other flavors burying the hop-fest. Last but not least, the CBC Sohio Stout which I really liked. I got a bonus taste of the Ryborg Farmhouse Ale, which I would put somewhere between the CBC Pale and one of the IPAs. Wouldn’t turn it down, but doubt I’d go out of my way to hunt it down.
As happens when you spend all afternoon sampling beer, I ended up chatting with people at the bar. By far, my favorite partner in crime was the semi-driver, Cornelius. Tales from his truck-driving days & his brief period of teaching middle school in Florida made the afternoon (and the dreaded IPAs) fly by. Unfortunately, Cornelius also tried to turn me into a scotch convert and got me a double of Dewar’s. I sipped some of it, but I honestly wasn’t able to finish the whole thing, not if I wanted to have any chance to drive back north.
My second 5K of the year is in the books. Next up, the Flying Pig Tri-State Running Company 5K in Cincinnati in early May.