My sneakers got more game time than my fishing rods did this weekend.
When: Saturday, August 4th, 8am
Where: Nomahegan Park in Cranford
Distance: 6.94 miles
Time: 58 minutes and 21 seconds
Weather: Hot and sticky, like a wet sponge
Don't worry, I'm not about to turn this into a running blog.
However, since I'm not going to get any fishing done this weekend, I figured I may as well write something.
There are a handful of reasons that I did not go fishing this weekend, and all of them boil down to the fact that I didn't have any plans I felt fantastic about. I had half a mind to run down to LBI on Saturday night to try and catch a brown shark from the beach, but after a couple tried and true sharpies struggled on Friday night, I started to have second thoughts. I then checked the NOAA site, and upon seeing that the wind had been pushing from the South for a few days, I also feared a coldwater upwelling may have killed any surf bite. The odds weren't good enough for me to invest the money in gas, tolls and bunker oil, so I scrapped the plan.
I also had half a mind to go musky fishing, but no matter how bad I want to start chucking my new custom lures, I can not get over the fact that it is just NOT COOL to be fishing for musky in this heat. No matter what anyone tells you, fishing for musky in high water temperatures drastically increases the possibility that they will not survive even a brief battle to the boat. As a member of Muskies Inc and someone who greatly wants to protect this fragile fishery, I decided to bag musky fishing as well.
So, I ran.
And it was a fantastic run.
And after I was done running, I realized it was too damn hot to be outside anyway.