Really?!

Yes really, son of a bitch. I only had one beer-in the form of a pitcher and 4 shots afterwards. Damnit. Well, this wagon definitely has a flat tire or something because I keep falling off the mother fucker. At least I'm waiting two days between stints. Tomorrow is not going to be easy-free beer after a 10 mile race and then I already made plans to see a free concert at a bar. Nice. Guess I'll be drunk yet again. There goes my plans to lose 7lbs. before my next half marathon in May.
So my friend told me she is going to run the full marathon with me in September. We sat down and looked at the schedule. We need to start our 20 week training schedule one week before our half in May. Holy crap, it gets closer and closer every time I think about it. I'm not ready for this! No, yes I am! I am so ready! It's nothing more than just upping the mileage, that's all. Yeah, and not eating crap at 3am in the form of chocolate, eggs and whatever the heck else I was piling into my face because I drank a pitcher of beer, two lemon drops, an Irish Car Bomb (that some guy bought for me ;) and a grape bomb. I'm not 21 any more but I sure was drinking like I was last night.
TO top it off, who drove home? FUCK ME!

Well, hydration and healthy eating today for my fuck up of a 10 miler tomorrow. No, go in positively and you will be fine. I'm going to get 1:30; I'm going to cross the finish line feeling great as I look at the time and it reads 1:30. 1:30; 1:30; 1:30!!! I'll be happy with 1:35...NO!!!!!