Ladies and gentlemen, last night I was overserved. And, much as I like beer (and hyperbole), I don't actually achieve this level overserved often (thank God). I'm not talking just "wheee I feel funny!" overserved. Not just "where is the nearest diner? I don't care that it's 2:00am" overserved. Not even "please God, make it stop spinning" overserved. Last night, I was "on my knees in front of the toilet" overserved.
I'm not proud of this fact. And while I'd like to claim that I got sick from "a bad glass of champagne," I'm pretty sure it was 4 perfectly fine glasses of champagne, on top of 5 also just fine beers, that did me in. Okay, and pizza possibly put me over the edge.
Anyway, I tell you all this for several reasons. 1. Champagne hangovers are truly the most unpleasant type of hangovers, and I consider myself to be something of an expert in this field. I swear to you, I thought I was having a seizure this morning because it didn't seem possible for a normal, healthy, functioning brain to feel as badly as mine did. 2. Throwing up is just as bad as it was in college. And as an adult, you don't even have 3 other also vomiting girls to keep you company in the bathroom. If you ever take any advice from me, let it be this: don't drink yourself sick. 3. I believe in the medicinal qualities of black coffee and fresh air.
Once I finally got myself out of bed, with the help of approximately 300 Advil, I slapped on a pair of sunglasses and shoes headed straight for the coffee shop. No bacon, egg, and cheeses could cure what ailed me today. I needed copious amounts of coffee.
It was actually a gorgeous morning (okay, fine, it was afternoon by the time I finally made it outside...) and I decided then and there that, if I survived this hangover, I was going to celebrate with a run. So I downed the coffee, took care of a couple of errands, took a deep breath full of fall air in, and determined I would, in fact, live through this.
I ended up covering 11 miles - my first double digit run since the marathon 3 weeks ago - and felt resolutely cured by the time I finished. I am by no means thankful for the horrifying hangover that was the impetus for this run, but it was a nice way to celebrate my survival.
Number of Miles Run This Week: 27. Nice to see I'm continuing to build back mileage after the marathon. I'm aiming to run between 20 and 30 miles per week until Boston training starts. For the record, I am also aiming to throw up zero times per week, but I guess I'll have to work towards that goal next week...
Number of Beers Consumed This Week: I don't think I'm ready to talk about this yet.
Types of Beers Consumed This Week: My demise came after a night at the Standard Hotel Biergarten, where I drank whatever medium they were pouring last night (not sure what it was... or what it tasted like...) and the dark they were pouring, which was an Octoberfest (only about a month late...). I've been working through Avery Brewing Company's Ellie's Brown Ale, because I am a sucker for beers with dogs on them, and I've still got a few Copper Bell Lager's in the fridge. Oh God, and I had an Amstel Light (?!) when we sat down to pizza at 12:30am. Because that was necessary...
In the grand tradition of being a functioning member of society, I'm now going to shower and clean my apartment. And not throw up on anything. I advise you to do the same.
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Good advice. Not fun visiting the porcelain alter, as we used to call it when we were younguns'.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes. Sounds quite like my birthday celebration where I thought running a marathon was surely the equivalent of gaining super powers. And such super powers would enable me to handle five—nay—six shots of whiskey.
ReplyDeleteSet sail for fail.
And nice recovery run!