Beer Pickled Eggs


I'd never been able to bring myself to eat the beet-red (pun intended) pickled eggs that sit in a jar on a counter for who knows how long.  Once I started doing my own pickling, however, the idea of pickled eggs sounded much better.  I came across a recipe for beer pickled eggs and had to make a go of it.  I made these, didn't think much of them and stuck them in a fridge.  About a year later, I pulled them out for as a side for a bloody Mary bar.  They had firmed up, mellowed out and tasted delish.  A select few raved over them and so I give you the recipe.  Use it as a guide, adapt, enjoy...and invite me to your bloody Mary bar.


24 Small Hard-Boiled Eggs
1 (12 Ounce) Bottle Beer (Denver Pale Ale)
2 Cups Apple Cider Vinegar
2 Tbsp Pickling Spice
2 Tbsp Parsley Flakes
4 Tbsp Kosher Salt
2 Hot Peppers (2 Tsp Ghost Pepper Sugar)


Place eggs in a large, deep pot and cover with cold water. Bring to a boil over high heat.  Turn down to a simmer and cook for 15 minutes.

Drain and place in fresh cold water.  When the eggs are cool peel. Pierce each egg all the way through with fork so that all that tasty brine can fully penetrate the egg.

(He he he...I said fully penetrate!)

Divide the eggs into two quart sized canning jars (or other air tight glass container).

In each jar place, 1 tablespoon each of the pickling spice and parsley flakes plus 2 tablespoons of kosher salt and a hot pepper.  Use whatever kind of pepper you like (I actually used a tablespoon of ghost pepper sugar) or, you can omit the pepper if you don't want spicy eggs (pshaw).  You can use the pepper whole or seeded or whatever you like depending on level of spiciness you like.

Combine the beer and vinegar and pour over eggs until they are fully submerged. Add additional vinegar if you need more liquid to cover the eggs.
Cover and refrigerate for at least 1 week before using.  Enjoy!









2015 Running Review

2015 turned out to be a great running year.  Despite running the fewest miles in years (the tally came to an even 1,200 miles), over 20% of my mileage was concentrated into 3 days and included a record long run (116 miles @ Cross Florida R40R), a 50k PR at the Croom Trail Fools Run and a sub 24-hour Keys 100 (a near PR for 100 miles).  2013 & 2014, in retrospect, felt like I was just going through the motions and were down years for me in terms of results.  I came into 2015 with a conscious focus on running fewer, more enjoyable miles.  I had the confidence that I can complete these longer runs and the conviction that they are far more mental than physical and was determined to stay healthy and show it with my results.  Both spending cherished miles/time with my weekly run group (North Pinellas TRIBE) and volunteering a couple races end to end (in the woods of Ft. Clinch, the beaches of Daytona and among the Ancient Oaks of the Enchanted Forest), I fed mentally on experiencing (and maybe helping) others work toward their goals and epic achievements (far too many, big and small, to mention).  I'm particularly fond of the 'love of sport' sentiment and that not everything has to be a commercial venture...Some of the time I enjoyed the most was spent at the FURocious Summer Slam,  a trilogy of candy-ass/fat-ass (read FREE) races that provides some of the best camaraderie, competition and comestibles around (including a hot sauce, gastromarathon that is not likely to be repeated).  Oh yeah...I can't forget to mention winning the inaugural beer mile following the Daytona 100...shameless brag though the margin of victory smaller than a whore's hymen.


Closing out 2015, I'm satisfied with my performances and, even more so, that I have a clear vision of improvement.  In an effort to eventually get faster at the longer distances, my 2016 strategy will focus on more slow mileage, again concentrated into multi-day events.  I'm thinking Wickham Park (4 days of 50 miles...for fun, read the entry form) and Vol State (314 miles across Tennessee)...and, because I've lacked the discipline to accomplish the new year resolution I've had now for a couple years (active recovery), I've committed to the Skydive 150 a mere two weeks after the Long Haul 100.
Game ON, 2016!









Cauliflower Sausage Casserole

2 Tbs Olive Oil
1 lb Sausage of Choice
1 Head of Cauliflower
1 Medium Onion
2 Small Sweet Peppers
4 Cloves of Garlic
1 Can of Tomatoes
1/2 Cup of Bread Crumbs
1/4 Cup of Parmesan Cheese
1/4 Cup of Fresh Parsley
Salt & Fresh Ground Pepper


  1. Preheat oven to 350*
  2. Cut cauliflower into small to medium size florets, dice onion & peppers and mince garlic.
  3. Add olive oil to large pan on medium high heat, brown sausage and set aside.
  4. Quickly brown (and season) cauliflower in sausage drippings and set aside.
  5. Sauté onion, peppers and garlic.
  6. Add tomatoes (do not drain) and bring to a simmer.
  7. Return cauliflower and steam for 3 - 5 minutes.
  8. Combine with sausage and pour into a casserole dish.
  9. Combine bread crumbs, parmesan and parsley and spread atop the dish.
  10. Bake 30 minutes, let sit 5 minutes, SERVE!
We were so hungry, we forgot to take a pic before we dove into it...oops!



My First 100 Mile Ultra: The Long Haul 100 Ultra-Marathon

"Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go."  -T.S. Eliot

I don't imagine you ever forget your first 100 mile race; I mean it's hundred freakin' miles. I'll never forget the reactions when I told people I was going to do it:

The norm: "Why?" "I don't even like to drive that far." "You're crazy!"
The concern: "Oh Tom, why???" (that's mom, btw).
The enthusiastic support: All the questions. The smiles. "That's AWESOME!"

I'd be lying if said that I didn't like being the center of attention. In fact, my running friends had seemingly given me the accolade of completing the task just upon declaring my intent. All that was left was to do it!

So, what had I done to prepare? A handful of marathons over the years, some 50ks more recently and a 40 mile run on my 40th birthday a year ago. My training mileage was up and my long runs were going so well that I was very certain that I was overconfident going into this. That is until the taper...that's were the uncertainty starts to creep in. I'd given myself four weeks after my training peak. I never questioned whether I could complete the run if I were healthy, but, during that time, every little pain or crack must be indicative of something bigger. I wondered 'would I have the chance to finish?' This uncertainty peaked, with a restless night, three days before the race. After that, I just decided to be at peace with the fact that I had done all I could and I'd just have to see how it goes.

To this end, I couldn't have chosen a better race. A good friend and fellow endurance athlete tipped me off to the Long Haul 100. It's right here in our backyard and flat.  Despite being a new race (this was only it's second year!), the pictures from the inaugural looked well-organized and FUN. Upon tweeting my intent to make this my first 100 attempt I received the following tweet from Jen Pearson, the race director:
@UltraTG U can do it! Train & our staff will get you to the finish line. We work hard to honor ur effort which mirrors & helps @PraxisHaiti
This was not an empty promise.  Upon entering packet pick-up, my feelings were only confirmed, that this was going to be a great race.  Jen, her husband Tim and ALL the volunteers had seemingly endless energy and enthusiasm (this would continue through the entire race and awards ceremony).  There was a buzz in the room as T-shirts were being freshly pressed, questions were being answered and packets being passed out.  I zipped home to put the wrap on last-minute preparations; I could not wait to start the next morning.


As the runners gathered before sunrise, there was a calm excitement.  It's a more mellow group than your typical 5k, 10k or even marathon crowd, perhaps we're all conserving energy.  The start is more relaxed also; no gun, no whistle, "The Long Haul 100 begins 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now."  The course was essentially a 16.67 mile out and back repeated 6 times.  There were varied surfaces including some asphalt path, packed crushed shell as well as some softer spots of sand and pinestraw covered trail with roots and tricky footing.  The first lap, everyone was getting to know the course and concentrating on running slower than you might think you have to.  This provided a great opportunity to meet all kinds of runners:  other first timers to long-time ultra veterans, runners from as close as Florida and neighboring States to as far away as Israel.  Everyone was friendly and I learned as many names as I could.  Throughout the race I tried to support every runner I passed by name, with a positive comment or at least a smile.  Just about every other runner did the same!

As the laps ticked off, it became all about support.  From start to finish, it would be hard to overstate the role the race volunteers played; their smiles, energy, enthusiasm, helpfulness and encouragement made it easy to keep moving forward in a positive state of mind.  Never underestimate how much help it is, after 40 miles, to have someone fill your water bottle and screw the cap back on for you!  I have no doubt that this comes top-down from race director, Jen Pearson; her husband, Tim; and the cause for which the race sprang forth.  Tim and Jen were in the process of adopting two boys from Haiti when the earthquake hit in 2010.  The boys were, amazingly, unharmed and had a new life and home in Florida 10 days later.  Money raised from the Long Haul 100 goes to Praxis Haiti, their non-profit, dedicated to changing the lives of those that remain in Lavanneau, Haiti.  I had originally just signed up for the race, but have become very glad knowing that I was able to participate in helping such a great cause.

Palm Harbor Running Group can make some signs!
While the race volunteers make this a great race for anyone who is unsupported (a perfect first 100 miler if you're thinking about it), this was not the case for me.  Being a local race for me, I was fortunate enough to also have friends and family come out and cheer.  My wife, Amber, set up camp and, over the course of the race, no fewer than 30 people including my family, friends and fellow running club members (check out Palm Harbor Running on facebook) came out to cheer, wave signs and otherwise make merry during the long periods between when I came running by.  A big group greeted me at mile 50 and from that point took turns pacing me through the night and to the finish.  I can not even begin to imagine what the race might have been like without their cheerful conversation, sharing of headlamps, calling out roots and holes through the night and providing little bits of information, humor and motivation.  All their support in the months leading up to the race, the pasta dinner they put on for me and then showing up in such big numbers to what is inarguably not the most exciting of spectator sports reinforces my belief that runners are some of the best people on earth.

As for the race itself, the first of the six 16.67 mile laps was relatively quick despite my best efforts to take it out slow and chat with everyone around.  Even though I'd run 50k many times in training and races, around mile 25 it seemed that this would be a long day requiring a substantial effort; I really expected not to feel this way until closer to mile 60.  The pace slowed throughout the day as the temperature approached 80 degrees; with more experience, I probably would have eased up a bit during the heat of the day.  Fortunately, the temps cooled quickly when the sun went down and even though the pace continued to slow as my walking increased, my legs felt like they had more in them.  With my pacers, I tried to keep the walking to a minimum and push the pace when I could.  The challenge at this point was the sharp pains that seemed to move around from the right knee to the right groin, left knee, left groin.  This, of course, in addition to the constant pain and exhaustion with which I'd now become very familiar.  Dare I say, however, it wasn't as hard as I expected it might be, I was able to stay very lucid and never had a real 'dark time' that so many talk about.  Though I took frequent walking breaks, I never had to stop.  I was ecstatic to be finishing up my last loop as the horizon began to glow of morning and accomplishment.  As I reached the finish line, the clock read 23 hours, 38 minutes, 28 seconds.  Sub-24 hours!  For all the unknown and all that could have gone wrong, a perfect result.

Thomas Grinovich receiving the coveted finishers' belt buckle from race director, Jen Pearson.

"You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare."  -Georgia O'Keeffe

Just to keep this in perspective, I was 12th place, very much middle of the pack.  The race winner, Mike Morton, finished in 13 hours, 18 minutes...yeah that's fast, true greatness...I'm guessing when he finished, I still had 33 or so miles to go.  Either way, I had enough energy upon finishing to hang out at the finish line until cut-off to cheer in the remaining runners.  The fun continued at an awards ceremony at the local World of Beer.  It was a perfect way to wrap up the experience with good food, beer and company.  Everyone was so friendly and inspirational, it was such a pleasure to meet everyone, hear about their races and what they had planned next.  I felt very much a part of a new club and although I kept saying that I would have to see how my recovery went, truth be told, it was only seconds after I finished that I was already thinking about how I could improve my next attempt.

I don't imagine I'll ever forget my first 100, but I can't wait 'til the next one either!

2012 will be BIG!


Focusing next on my first 100!  January 21, I will look to complete the Long Haul 100.

I'll write more, but wish me luck!