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I mentioned an unusual variation of bowling found in the Mid-Atlantic and New England states not long ago called Duckpins<\/a>. I said that it always seemed to be a “Baltimore” thing to me. Now I have more proof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Look what I found sitting in my refrigerator when I came home from work a couple of days ago. Not one, but two<\/em> beers with a duckpins theme. I guess my wife must have fixated on it after our recent journey to the duckpins lanes in Maryland. She explained that she got into a conversation with a brewery representative stocking the shelves at our local bottle shop, as she often does. He recommended Duckpin Pale Ale and Double Duckpin Double IPA, both made by Union Craft Brewing<\/a> in Baltimore (map<\/a>). I loved all of the duckpins that decorated the bottles, especially the Double.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The brewery certainly enjoyed this local connection, saying things like “the pins may be small but the flavor is huge<\/em>” and “danker than a rental shoe and rolling with ten frames of juicy, resinous hops down a solid lane of malted barley and wheat<\/em>.” I couldn’t help feeling maybe they missed a marketing opportunity. Wouldn’t it be great to purchase bottles shaped like duckpins? Then I considered that maybe nobody would collect and place them on a shelf like I would. Drinking and glass bowling pins might not be an ideal combination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This wasn’t the first time a local beer made the pages of 12MC either, by the way (e.g., 12 Mile Circ\u2026 no wait, 16!<\/a>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n One time 12MC focused a series of pages on various natural forces including gravitation<\/a>. I had my own experience with gravity yesterday. Seriously though, why would my wife sign me up for a 4-mile (6.4 km) running race with that awful hill in the elevation chart shown above (map<\/a>)?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sure, running downhill would be great. However the uphill return began to haunt me in the days leading up to the event. Just to make things even more special, winter decided to return this weekend with a race-time temperature of 26\u00b0 Fahrenheit (-3.3\u00b0C) and sustained winds of 14 miles per hour (23 k\/hr). Guess which way the wind decided to blow? Directly downhill and into the faces of people climbing back up to the finish line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t have much of a plan although it went beyond my usual “Run Like Hell” strategy that wasn’t really a strategy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I did use Run Like Hell on the way down, but then switched to “Catch Your Breath” on mile 3 because I knew I would have to revert to “Suck it Up” for the final mile. I wanted to break 30 minutes and I did manage to accomplish that, just barely, at 29:42 (a 7:26 min\/mile pace).<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was good enough for first place in my age category although I didn’t have a lot of additional competitors in my bracket. We live in a very young area<\/a> so it was me and a bunch of 20-somethings. Plus the really good runners skipped this little neighborhood jog for a large marathon taking place at the same time across the river in nearby Washington, DC. At least I scored a legitimate victory this time. My wife signed me up for the local Turkey Trot last Thanksgiving and I “won” my age category… because she accidentally signed me up as a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The course actually involved a bit of geographic trivia. This hill — part of the Arlington Ridge<\/a> — marked a transition between two of Virginia’s physiographic regions, the Coastal Plain<\/a> and the Piedmont<\/a>. That little nugget didn’t propel me uphill any faster although the free pint of Guinness waiting at the end did serve as decent motivation. After all, the race started and ended at a local Irish pub.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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