Backwards Progression

Today a friend pointed out how amusing it was that I so steadfastly professed to quit binge drinking only to blog about being horrendously hungover (again) the following post.

Blogs don't lie. I am a weak and pathetic human being.

Today was an improvement, albeit a slight one. After eating a chocolate croissant for breakfast (I'm repugnant, I know), I spent half my afternoon being handy in the backyard, and then went to the gym and pumped out a delicious 5K.

Impressed yet? Me either. Get ready for additional hilarity, for I'm now going to tell you how long it took me to run 5K -- only because I hope to improve this humiliating time in the near future.

45 minutes. I'm about 25 minutes out of shape.

This is going to get worse before it gets better.