Or the Hare??

It really does figure that the day after I blog about running so Effing slow I ran my fastest mile yet. 8:11, which is not actually fast but it beats the pants off of 9:13 which was my previous best according to Lance. However, running outdoors when it's 70 degrees and slightly rainy (like today was) is preferable to running in 80 degree and humid weather so of course I did better today (however I didn't look any more awesome). The second funny part about this boring story is that I had a cocktail before I ran. My work had a happy hour, and it wasn't really optional so I went and had one drink and hurried home to lace up my sneakers. I'm a super light weight, and honestly I was a bit buzzed when I was out there storming the sidewalks. The last time I decided to have a drink before working out was many years ago when I thought a nice margarita was a superb idea...and then I jumped on a treadmill and almost killed myself. This time (older and wiser of course) I decided that I could probably run in a somewhat straight line, and you know what? I am pretty sure that my cocktail numbed all the pain, I felt Great and I could have run more than my designated miles but I wanted to get home to see Abe who just arrived home from London. I was hoping he remembered to pick up some Cadbury chocolates but he forgot : ( and of course it's pretty much all I thought about during my run other than "wow I feel great!"