All this time I’ve been saying that I need to be careful with my legs such that I’ll be rested and uninjured for my big race. And yet, here I am lying in bed with a sore left knee and a strained right calf. What the heck happened? Well, really it’s been a rather full night. Again, I wasn’t really intending on it being a full night, but hey, what are you going to do, right?
After work, I went over to an Irish pub close to Yonge and Bloor to meet an old colleague. I hadn’t seen him in months. It was good to get a chance to bitch about the state of work and how everything is becoming a strange stage play of intrigue, possibilities, in-fighting and backstabbing. Oh yes, indeed. I started out with a pint of Strongbow, which was nice and mellow. I didn’t intend on drinking all that much, but after we finished our first drinks I ordered a pint of Sapporo. My colleague did the same. After a while, my colleague peered over and saw a guy at the bar drinking from this big-ass mug. We were both so taken by the size that we asked the server what the deal was with the mug. She corrected us and informed us that it was a stein. She said that we could order one of three beers with it. I think my colleague was reluctant, but I decided to dive right in and egged him on to do the same. Well, when the steins arrived we were in sheer shock over how big the damn things were. Sure, they didn’t look so big when the other guy had it, but to us they were enormous. To our Asian sensibilities it was perhaps a bit more than we could handle, but we were determined. Those steins were our Everest. We did eventually conquer them, but only after some hesitation. By the end of the steins we decided to just end it. After paying our bills we parted ways. I decided to walk eastward to at least burn off some of what I had just ingested.
So what happened after drinking? Why am I slightly sore and injured? Find out more after the jump!
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