I had a very short run today, I'd say that it was a rest day because I've run 136 miles or so in the past week, but it is definitely the result of being hung over. Had I woke up clear headed, I might have just run straight to Brussels...towns here are kind of awkwardly spaced for my ideal running distances though...either too short or too long. It ended up working out for the best though.
I woke up in the morning feeling quite terrible, but decided to get my stuff on and head towards Mechelen, a big town halfway between Antwerpen and Brussels. On the way I decided to go by Le Corbusier's Maison Guiette, a building that an awesome bartender/architecture student had put onto my map the night before. After 3 kilometers of (still somewhat drunk)...moving...I found myself at the place pointed to on my phone. Too tired to really do anything, I went around the corner to an open field along the side of the highway and fell asleep in the grass for two hours. I woke up to an old man explaining to me (in Dutch + Charades) that I would probably die if something fell onto my head from the tree I was sleeping under. Thanks dude...
I then started on my way, and having realized that it would be a terrible idea to head to Mechelen and get there late without a place to stay (it was 4 already, and I was only a couple Kilometers out of the city) I instead contacted a coworker of Phil who lives near a town called Boom, a little bit closer to Antwerpen on the way to Brussels.
I got there with little troubles, had some soup, and Geert and I met up with some of his friends and went to this Palingsfestival where everyone eats eel. I tried a little bit. We all wandered around town for a little bit, and then headed back. On the way Geert pointed me in the direction of a slightly longer but more scenic route that I should take tomorrow, and also took a picture of me sitting on a tank.
02 June 2009