I missed Parkrun this morning. I went out with OH last night to celebrate our wedding anniversary and sunk enough Shiraz to keep several vineyards in business for several years.
So when the alarm went off, I couldn't lift my head off the pillow, let alone throw my sorry body round the park. He went off and did it though, he's hardcore. I grunted words to the effect of "I'll go when I feel better, leave me alone but bring me caffeine first" and finally got my clobber on at about half past eleven (oops).
I felt horrible. Even after coffee and banana, my usual pre-run sustenance. After the warm-up it still felt like my brain was doing it's best to squeeze itself out of my eye sockets. Then I remembered the dextrose tablets I got a few weeks ago so had a rootle in the cupboard. And what did I find but the empty wrapper. As usual, the 13 year old had stripped the "treats" cupboard bare of all things edible like a plague of locusts.
OH finally took pity on me and gave me one of his gels. Which was, without exception, THE most revolting thing I have ever had the misfortune to swallow (titter ye may). Eeuuch. I couldn't even finish the whole thing, and it seemed like overkill anyway, for my little 5K.
What's in those things?? Is it just glucose, and a bit of starch? No amphetamines? Because even with a hangover still causing me a certain amount of existential crisis ("why am I doing this to myself?? WHY??") I flew around my route in not just under 30 minutes, but just under 29. Oh, yes. It. Feels. Amayyyyzing.
Placebo or not, I can run a sub-30 5K. I am a very happy bunny. I've gone from being seriously over-weight, miserable and unfit, to being lighter than I was 16 years ago when I got married to my lovely Other Arf.