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.
Thank goodness the weather could not have been more perfect.
Mistake number two: I headed out with some margarita shot bloks in 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.
But it finally gave me the confidence I need for Sunday.
13.1, here I come!