I flew into San Diego on Sunday night. I'm here for a week. I'd love to spend the next 20 minutes waxing poetic about how good it feels to be home, how wonderful my friend H was to host me for the first two nights, and how much fun I had at last night's group run with my long-time running buddies.
Right now I want to hurl.
Yesterday was about healthy living and an excellent run, in the rain, with good friends.
Today is about happy hour with friends/coworkers and trying to keep a running streak alive, even if the miles per minute are equivalent to the runner's (ahem, my) BAC.
My short visit means a jam-packed schedule of work and social obligations to balance with running goals. Today, for example, included an early wake-up, a day full of meetings, a work-lunch, and a coworker's birthday happy hour. Clearly there would be no running before 8pm. I knew would need to hit the dreadmill as soon as I returned to my hotel. I did not think of the birthday angle, or anticipate that the birthday girl would request a round of tequila shots...
via Taylor on Pinteres
Never try to run a mile after two shots of tequila and a plate of nachos referred to as "dinner." No matter how wedded you are to the idea of run-streaking, this is a BAD IDEA.
I thought, maybe, running with a hash group might have prepared me for this... But no. I feel awful.
On the plus side, the streak lives on!
On the minus side, half an hour after ending my mere mile...
I still want to hurl...
Have you ever run after a drink or two (or after eating a plate of nachos)?
Stomach of steel or delicate belly?