|some of the best young chow fried rice I've ever had|
|Did you enjoy those $5 margaritas?|
You'll like them even more the second time you taste them. fml
|Oh look! The route I always run!|
|The negative split is an elusive concept to me.|
I paused that shit at exactly five miles and started to swagger strut home. Honestly, that is the only way I can describe the way that I walk. To add to the sheer audacity of my natural method of movement, I put on Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" and started
shrieking singing along. When one runs the tipsy out, the subsequent feeling of delirium tends to mimic drunken behavior.
On a related note, I've realized that when I've been drinking my mannerisms begin to closely resemble the velociraptors in Jurassic Park.
Post run photos were mildly painful but the shower was magnificent.