Shoving my face full of 18 pounds of fried food and pints of delicious Shocktop after spending a beautiful evening outside pretending to watch softball.
Considering I actually made it my six miles this morning without
1) throwing up
B) having a diarrhea explosion emergency
I say: beer and food-a-palooza = 0, Running = 1
I'mmmmmmm baaaaaaaaack interwebs.... you may now commence with your sigh of relief. Or eye rolling, you pick.