Last Sunday morning was forgettable

woke up sunday morning.
remembered i left my car at the bar
so i decided to take the mongoose
[its a 10 year old bmx bike living in the garage]
the bar was 3-4 miles away
i stretched a little, brushed my teeth, and headed out
the front tire blew on the first downhill
so in my mind, i decided to run.
body didn't get the memo
had no breakfast, still a bit drunk
it was just cold enough to burn your ears
and i couldn't breath
with an e
about a mile in, i took a break.
vomit ensued. laced with toothpaste, tasting of haiglebombs and hell's bells brew
but i wasnt turning around
i was running down wade avenue with the taste of vomit fresh on my lips
saw at least 5 people i knew drive by
but pretended i was running for exercise so they wouldn't stop
just waved them on by. they knew what was happening, i could tell in their eyes
it took me 45 minutes to ride/walk 3.5 miles
that's not a good pace. lance would not approve
i was a bit worn out to say the least
oh the bike
had to pick it back up on the way from the bushes i stashed it in
barely fit in my backseat
the end