A Tragic Tale of Pain and Stupidity
It all started when I decided to sleep Friday night instead of unleashing Rose onto the world. I woke up Saturday around noon feeling like a lazy mofo as my girl Emma told me she had already completed a 9-miler hours prior. Since I wasn't hungover for once, I decided it was the perfect time to throw caution to the wind and get this marathon training I'm supposedly partaking in back on track despite my tragic fall a few days earlier. . . .