The Drunk Runner

It is 6:05am and I am sitting here writing this post while I figure out if I am a) hungover; b) still drunk; or c)good to go.  Part of me thinks that I should regret the 4 bottles of wine that I shared with D last night, and the other part is laughing at how awesome it is to be able to have that much fun and still wake up on time to run with dinosaurs.  (Side note:  I didn't have a CLUE why my alarm was going off this morning) Off I go to run with dinosaurs and bring home a wicked cool medal!   I should make some coffee....

I've been struggling with this blog for a couple of years now.  I just never know what to write.  I want to write and I want to blog, but I've never had anything that I've felt passionate enough about to write more than one post on (except for my hatred towards most of the human race...but who wants to be that negative all the time?) I think I've finally found something that I can focus on... RUNNING . I've been a runner for a few years now.  Sometimes I feel like a super star, and sometimes I feel like a poser.  It comes and and it goes.  Obviously, based on how/if I'm training.  My running resume consists of a 5km race (my first race ever), 2 half marathons, and Mud Hero (6km of pure fun!!!).  Tomorrow I will be running in the Dinosaur 10km.  I'm only doing it for the medal.. There's a dinosaur on it! My super awesome and inspiring running partner, A, brought up the insane idea of running a full marathon next year (2013).  I ...