I know it will suck. I just signed up for a race next weekend that I have never run, not the event nor the distance. A gauranteed PR. But I am not prepared to do well. It is the Shamrock 15-K, but the course is anything but lucky. Near the end is a giant hill where I will shirly lose my manhood when I come upon it on Sunday, March 8.
The nice thing is that the race starts at noon, so any hangover should dissipate by then.
The part where your favorite drunken uncle -- or "drunkle," in the parlance of our times -- the part where your drunkle, yes, that sounds much better thank you, hiccup, your durnkle ... your drunkle goes and you know what that makes you my nieces and nephews how about that that's just strange isn't it though how I could be your but wait how did you guys get here you didn't take the I-5 did you?
TFH considers the dangers of dangerous running: "How do you know if you're allergic to death by car impact?"
Answer: Symptoms may include a bruised torso, head trauma, lacerations or "road burn," catastrophic blood loss, punctured spleen, collapsed lungs and pulverized pelvis.
Vanilla wonders about the state of our nation: "We still have fords in this country?"
Answer: Was that fords or Fords? One of these things will be around longer than the other.
Carolina John must belong to PETA: "Viper, you vs. car would leave the kind of road stain that random small woodland creatures would get drunk on. So I think you should now avoid night running as a service to animals. Do it for the raccoons, man!"
Answer: I am doing it for the raccoons. And the deer and the foxes and the squirrels. Fauna sometimes need a dram.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us. Get ye to a brewery! Have a fine weekend, teammates. Run well and drink well.