Slowpoke Rodriguez I’m not.

Race for Hope went awesomely.  The whole event raised over $1.2 million for brain tumors and brain cancer and the team I organized with folks from the office raised nearly $4,000.  It may even go over that since donations are being accepted through September.  More importantly, my race time didn’t comepltely suck.  I haven’t raced or even done a lick of speed work since last October, but I was still able to post a 27:31.  Under 9 minute miles.  Makes me feel hopeful for this Saturday’s Battle of the Boulevard 10K and any training I might get myself into this summer.

After taking it easy this weekend in prep for the race, no Cinco de Mayo celebrations for me, I decided to make up for lost (drinking) time after the race.  Meeting up for a lovely, sunny lunch at Georgetown’s Cafe Bonaparte yesterday with the soon to be departed Heather B. — we innocently decided to push our lunch into the standard dinner hours and beyond. For after a few glasses of wine over crepes it was determined that the breezy afternoon should not end.  And so it came to be that vodkas and Tuacas were imbibed  down the street and then again around the corner.  Apparently the thought of a dry weekend does not sit well with me.  Hell, seems the thought of a sober weekend doesn’t either.  Good thing surround myself with like-minded, liver-hating friends.