One thing the olympics left me with aside from a drunken hazy memory is this infalliable cough which frankly, I’m sick of. Whenever I nurse myself, I seem to feel worse and when I go out, get hit on by fathers, followed by drinking until I can no longer remember that fact, passing out on the couch only to wake 5 hours later to snowshoe do I feel awesome.
So now I’m convinced that alcohol kills everything. Course last night in vain effort to prove my theory correct, did I attempt a run followed by 2 beers w/ a home made pizza.
Yes, I’m the epitome of health.
I hacked out my lungs during my run.
Awesome. I inspire children.