Don't Drink and Run

Oye.  Last night we went to an anniversary dinner for Matt's fraternity alum.  Needless to say there was beer, and wine... 

Mmmm. Beeer.

We were out "late" for us old folk and when I woke up this morning, knowing that I needed to get a run in, I wanted to cry.  I don't drink as well as I used to (read: as often, therefore I can't drink as much and be ok the next day).  My run this morning was only 2.5 miles. WOOO!   

I feel like crap.  I need bacon.

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