The Dinosaur Medal. I didn't plan to be drunk last night. In fact, I was quite adamant that I was going to have ONE caesar with supper and that was it. Oh, but then the red wine was there intriguing me, begging me to drink it. I love red wine. Love it. Before I knew it we were on to bottle number 4 and I was drunk. Again. But it was so worth it. If I were to run this race not hungover, I wouldn't have any entertaining stories to tell. It would just be another race. 10km was a lot harder than I expected hungover. I did great up until kilometer 3 and then it all kind of went to hell from there. I felt fairly not too hungover when the day first started out. Coffee and conversations with my running partner kept me very optimistic. After, finally, finding the place that we needed to go to get our race package, our day became amazing. First, we got to take a shuttle to the race!...