I didn’t run the race Sunday because I was hungover.
It’s actually funny (or karma) that I was just a week or so ago reading a post by the No Meat Athlete entitled, “Too many drinks to run 13 miles.” At the time, my thought was, “Aw, just suck it up!”
If I had blogged yesterday, I might have written, “Too many drinks to run 3 miles.” Sue me. I’m a lightweight.
Also, my knees were giving me a little trouble all weekend long, so it seemed fitting to my body and splitting headache to nix the race and aquajog instead, and then pass out on the couch.
Today, however, dawned sunny (!!!!!) and warm, so I hammered out a nice little run:
Distance: 8.8 miles
Effort: Medium. I took off my shirt at one point so I had to look hardcore and run faster.
Extras: Lunges, hip exercises and stretching to Thursday’s “Daily Show” on Hulu.
I rarely run on Mondays, seeing as Sunday is my long run day and I do think I benefit from the recovery, but it does set a nice tone for the week. So, in conclusion…
I’m glad I got shitfaced Saturday and didn’t run Sunday.
I’m glad the weather gods decided to give us sun today.
I’m REALLY glad I’m not this guy’s kid.