Allow us to break character for a moment

So we started running and felt pretty not hungover. We listened to the new Matchbox 20 song (we know) and oh with the looking back on the last few years while jogging down hill, somewhat pain-free -- literally and, well, figuratively.

Then it started drizzling. Then it started pouring. Then we started really running because boy was it ever really pouring. Then we were the it'srainingdouchebag.com and boy was it drenching us mid-run. So we picked up the pace and oh with the heavy breathing and lumbering feet.

Then we were sprinting to the finish.

Once home and absolutely dripping in our Chase Utley t-shirt, damned if we didn't strip shirtless and say, loudly, "I got the sexiness right here."

Then we cackled, maniacally, like a villain.