Seems like a similar pattern for me. Eat bad food, drink booze, go
for a rockstar run! Hey, it hasn't done me in yet, so I fear this isn't
the last tale.
Adam & I met our friend Jeff at a local Mexican restaurant for
Texas margaritas and plates of delicious fried & cheesy food. Then,
after trip to the liquor store to replenish the home stock, we came
back to our house and continued the adventure. A gin tasting for the
boys and a glass (or more) of limoncello for me. Eventually I was onto
my favorite nightcap, Bailey's.
This morning, I was dehydrated, but feeling pretty sprightly for an
evening of toxic beverages. I'm pretty sure my stomach (and liver) were
like, why does she think habanero peppers and Bailey's makes for such a
fabulous evening?
The consequences of my actions are completely lost when I rock out a
14.3 miler in less than 2 hours a mere 8 hours after putting myself to
bed.
The weather was gorgeous, I felt BA, and aside from the whole
hydration part, I had a killer run. One of those 'la la la la la' kind
of runs where I just feel as though I was made to go gallivanting
through the woods for 2 hours. I did stop at miles 3.5, 7, and 10.5 for
serious consumption of water. I didn't wear my hydration belt because
I thought the weather was cool enough to just grab water at mile 7.
Dummy. Aside from those 3 stops, I cruised through the rest.
Here are the splits: 8:06, 8:05, 8:19, 8:13, 8:21, 8:19, 8:15, 8:12,
8:18, 8:09, 8:14, 8:05, 8:06, 7:57. Gotta love that I squeaked out an
under 8:00 minute mile on the last one!
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