Thereís nothing like working off the Baileys Irish Cream and barbequed sausage from a Saint Patrick's Day celebration like a 10-mile run the next morning. Yes, I am slightly crazy.
When Wendy adopted The Lost Girls and let us crash at her house, she suggested we participate in a race around Aucklandís bays. Being an avid runner, I was all game. I didnít let a pounding head stop me from sweating out the previous nightís indulgences as I jogged alongside hung-over Irishmen and teetotalers alike. I try to stay true to my motto: Work hard, play hard.