Staying on the Porch

Hey, I'm in Colorado with my bud Chase. He and I are going to run a 50-Miler in the Rockies on Saturday. It's supposed to be tough, I'm not looking as forward to it as you might think.

I got in last night and Chase picked me up at the airport, this was at 630 pm. By 830 pm I knew I was in over my head. It could have been the Whiskey, it might have been the Gin. It could have been the 3 or 4 six packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in. My head is like a football, I think I'm going to die!

Oh lord, never again, never again......... to be continued.