Making Chicken Salad

No running so far this week. Monday was obviously a rest day after the 25K of concrete on Sunday, though my legs and feet felt pretty well. Tuesday I went to the Seether/Breaking Benjamin/Three Days Grace concert, but I did find a little time in which to take the new SofSole insoles for a Tour de Bayou; the verdict is they pretty much suck. Felt like I had a crowbar, albeit one with a bit of cushion, under my right arch. I've flirted with the thought of going to see the podiatrist on Friday, for another, this time more formal consultation on my long term need for orthodics. I'm somewhat uninspired to go by the fact that getting real orthodics can take up to a month, and given the time of year, I don't expect any speed ups. Then I would be switching into yet another orthodic with limited time (less than a month?) before the marathon. I think I'll run Saturday's HoustonFIT run with the shoes original insole and see how my footsies feel. Perhaps I'll just get through Houston, then address my feet's long term needs...

Wednesday was play hooky from work and golf day! I was actually there with my boss, as we were making up the United Way golf tournament we were unable to get entry into. The actual tournament was held a little over a month ago on the day that the first cold front of the Fall came through; a real nasty, wicked day! Though I normally don't condone mid-80's in November, it was pretty good golfing weather. Today confirmed a long held belief of mine; I'm not that good at golf. I pride myself at being at least competent at a variety of sporting endeavors, but golf certainly isn't one of them. I can play tennis, ping-pong, bowl, play a few positions in softball, decent enough at flag football, I'm an OK runner at several distances, and at one time in my life I was even a somewhat competent basketball player, but I've never gotten over the hump with golf. Since I only play about once a year, I suppose I'm not too worried about it. I can tolerate some poor drives in exchange for a day out of work and raising some money for charity!

Thursday is softball, and we play the team that accused us of, and I'm literally quoting here, some "chickenshit" plays last week. We had a somewhat inharmonious slapping of the hands at the end of the game, so we'll see if they're still angry. Even if they are not, we have some hot heads on our team, so it should be an interesting night! I plan to take the high road and not talk trash (peach and love folks, peace and love), but if they threaten to purposefully hit me while I pitch (something some people are fond of doing), it'll be on. I'm actually kind of hoping we get into it a little bit; I lament I didn't tell them the old line that goes, "You just need to take our chickenshit plays and make some chicken salad out of it."