I ran in a 15K race yesterday (9.3 miles), afterwards I went to an Irish bar... I was starvin Marvin and I ate two corned beef sammiches that must've been four inches thick. I drank a metric tonne of Guinness, and then for dinner I had a ginormous plate of corned beef and cabbage... and another metric tonne of Guinness.
I've been astride the pot four times today... so far... and I fear I'm not even close to being fully evacuated yet. And the smell... sweet, merciful baby Jesus, the smell. The power of Christ compels my ass! The power of Christ compels my ass!
I could not possibly bring myself to eat any more corned beef, or drink any more Guinness tonight...
but that's EXACTLY what I'm going to do. I must... it's the Warrior's Code.