Last night, I celebrated a friend’s 39th birthday. She had these awesome napkins that say “29 until further notice.” I love them, and I’m pretty sure I will have napkins like that at every single birthday party for the rest of my life.
At the ripe old age of 29, I should know better than to go out at night without dinner. I met a friend for drinks before the party, and then the birthday girl was very zealous with her pours, and we toasted her several times.
I’d been all signed up to run the NYC Runs 10-Miler this morning. I love 10-milers, and all of my favorite runners were running the race, so I was really excited…until I woke up this morning. There was no way in hell I was running 10 miles after last night.
I went back to sleep for several hours and woke up just as my friends were finishing the post-race brunch.
I spent a lot of today beating myself up over skipping the race this morning, but…hey? I had fun last night. And I’ll only be in my 20s for a few more weeks, so I might as well go a little crazy, huh?
Have you ever D.N.S.-ed a race? (Or D.N.F.-ed?)