Morning all!
As some of you may know, I had a few too many glasses of whisky last night. It was good quality stuff and I was full of mellow warm fuzziness, which then morphed into a desire for cheese.
There were some who advised a rest day, (and I would say that is good advice), but I felt sort of OK this morning and with the encouraging voices of fellow joggers (and in particular, my ‘twinnie’ week 4-ers, I laced up the trainers.
Again, sitting here post-run with a nice cup of coffee, all is well with the world and I’m feeling quite benevolent about, even fond of the experience. But it was pretty horrible at the time. There was a definite case of dehydration, moments of nausea and gurning aplenty.
In short, it was a battle and I wouldn’t advise drinking alcohol the night before a run. Rocket scientist, mwah?!
Keep... on... 🏃♀️...