Monday Wrap Up: My Body Hates Vacations

The last time I took a few days off work was for Kelly's wedding, when I went to Ireland, ate fried things, drank beers, and came home with a miserable cold (also, I spent the flight home watching the two people across the aisle from me meet on the ground in Heathrow, talk for 4 hours [and 6 drinks], pass out spooning, and then awkwardly part ways in baggage claim in New York without exchanging numbers. It was a highlight of the trip).

Last week, I took time off work, ate breaded, cheese-filled, and/or mashed things, drank beers, and came down with a cold (and didn't get to bear witness to a single awkward exchange, my own perpetually inappropriate antics notwithstanding).

Since I have it on good authority that consuming only white bread and alcohol and no vegetables whatsoever is good for you (the 1950s were a boon to nutritionists everywhere), I can't imagine it's my dietary intake that undermines my immune system. My body just can't tolerate being on vacation. That must be it...

Number of Miles Run Last Week: 23. I had hoped to get in an even 30, but yesterday I slept until 9:00, ate and egg and cheese sandwich, went back to sleep until 1:00, watched the Giants' game, napped until 6:00, ate stuffing and mashed potatoes (and cranberry sauce! That's sort of vegetably. Fruity? Whatever), and went to bed for the night again at 8:30. So obviously I was very busy and unable to squeeze a run in.

Number of Beers Consumed Last Week: A few. Not nearly enough. I don't appreciate the scare tactics employed by the makers of Nyquil.

Types of Beers Consumed Last Week: I revisited the Stoudt's Imperial Oatmeal Stout and had a better experience this time around. I guess it goes better with stuffing than without. I also drank Bud Lights in my hometown last week. I felt 17 again. Only with a later curfew.

While I seem to be on the mend (and less narcoleptic than yesterday), I was just readying myself to take one last dose of Nyquil to really kick this cold. But I see that this particular package, from which I've been medicating myself for the last 3 days, expired in April 2009. Guess I'm safe to crack open a beer after all.

(If I'm not back tomorrow, please call poison control.)