The title says is all – that run was ‘effin ugly.

I might have been experiencing the last of my cold…

Or maybe it was because on Friday night I thought I was 21 again, and drank just a fewwww (think exponentially) too many [beers].

Perhaps it could have been the bar food I fueled with on Saturday night.

6 people, 9 appetizers. We did some damage.

Needless to say, on Sunday morning – I was hurting.

Thank goodness the weather could not have been more perfect.

Mistake number one: I wore running tights instead of shorts.

Mistake number two: I headed out with some margarita shot bloks in my sports bra.

When I told Tuna this after the run, he was very confused. He thought I spilled my fuel down my sports bra.

No. I intentionally put them in there, Tuna.

Note to self: never do this again. I won’t go in to detail (you’re welcome) but shot bloks melt. And it’s not pretty.

Neither were my miles.

They were rough and thirsty.

But it finally gave me the confidence I need for Sunday.

13.1, here I come!