WTF

I know better than to throw back a few cocktails and then try and go running the next day.
That may be why I felt stupid this morning sucking down Gatorade and Tylenol prior to lacing up my shoes to run roughly eight miles.
The good news it that it seemed to work! Do I smell an endorsement deal?
I can picture the commercials:
Me. Sleeping. Drooling.
The alarm buzzes! I wince and grab my head.
I go for the Gatorade & Tylenol as the theme song from Indiana Jones plays loudly.
Cut to me heading out the door all decked out in my running gear.
I fake out the audience by pretending to be affected by the brightness of the sun, but then I mug to the camera and give a thumbs-up with a smile before hopping down the steps from my door.
The end.

I could be a Coppola.

In reality, it was stupid and I lie in bed for awhile after my alarm went off debating if I was feeling up to it this morning. I bit the bullet and went anyway, greeted by gale force winds and a nagging soreness in my calf.
At least I got through it.