As I did every morning, I started putting on my sneakers. This was the day that I will run 50 kms., instead of the usual 30. Somehow, I knew something was wrong. There was no "juice" in my legs. Maybe it was the hotdogs the night before or the 6 bottles of beer. Feeling frustrated, I listened to the Rocky Balboa theme to draw inspiration, but it only got me running up to a block. I tried everything: red bull, extra joss, even sarsi with raw egg. Maybe it is just one of those days that everything seems to go wrong. Well, just went back to bed, thinking that someday I will complete by 50 km run.