I may miss the 5k.

Why am I on the couch? How did I end up in my wife’s bathrobe? We don’t own a cat, so when did one shit in my mouth? Why does my head feel like a family of gnomes are hosting a Greco-Roman wrestling tournament inside it? How am I supposed to run in this condition? And most importantly, how am I going to make all of this Erin’s fault?

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