Adam and I went out for beer and cheeseburgers last night. I had 2 Christmas porters that were higher octane. Um, I slept like a brick.
This morning, I just threw on my running gear without a thought and ran 5 miles. Took a shower, sat down to read the newspaper, and O.M.G. What in the heck did I do to my body? I felt like my body had been tossed in a washing machine. My soreness had soreness. Rawr. I thought I was at the end of my good spell of running today. But heavy lifting + bouts of intense cardio + 2 octane beers = not a recipe for successful runs.
I'll be working on redeeming myself for Sunday's run.
In the meantime, enjoy the few pics from last week's race. Flying Tomato and I were able to score a few serious BPs at the end:
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