Well, actually, too pooped from partying. The one we had last night to celebrate my fourth running of the La Luz Trail Run and our good buddy's first. He posted a MOST EXCELLENT time of 2:30. This from someone who only started running two years ago. On flat roads. At sea level. Whoa. I'm so proud of him.
I ran it in the time I usually run it in: 2:50. I'll take it. But next year I'll do better. At any rate, after a celebratory greeting by SB, Doris Rose, and good friend E!, a post race plate of pancakes and bacon, and a Kansas City-style BBQ dinner at home with some of the best ribs I've ever had, accompanied by cheesy corn with ham, baked beans (thank you, Shamu!), one bottle of champagne, two shots of tequila, and a couple glasses of Malbec (so shoot me, I was off the booze two weeks prior), a debate over the 10 top pop songs of all time, four Bayer aspirin, and seven hours of sleep, I got nothing for Mute Monday.
But I got one hell of a perfect day under my belt.