As a runner, you're supposed to demonstrate some measure of self-control: Sticking to that training schedule is proof that most runners are very disciplined people who eat right, exercise regularly and who, in general, make healthy decisions. But I am not most runners, and as all of you readers know, I am terrible about sticking to my training schedule, and eating right is a chore, and while I try to make healthy decisions, I also like to throw caution to the wind, and do whatever I want some days. Which is how I ended up very drunk last night and which is why I thought I should post a blog entry -- the barely readable one you can see below.
Today I woke up with a pounding headache and cotton mouth so bad it felt like I had licked a wookie. I'm so dehydrated that I have been sucking down waters and wishing I had a time machine to go back and refuse those shots (no, wait, they were free weren't they? you can't refuse free shots). And to be hungover on today of all days; Sunday is the day for my long run, and it doesn't help when your thirsty as hell and you ache all over.
We'll see if I can hydrate enough to feel normal, and I'll let you know how my run went. Geez, all I feel like doing now is ordering Chinese and watching TV all day in bed (if only there were a training program for that).