|I was NOT that into spinning at 6am on Friday.|
Number of Miles Run Last Week: 5. I felt pretty bad when I woke up on Thursday morning, but really wanted to run on my birthday. Good thing I did, since that was the only run I had in me this week. While I'm normally of the opinion that sweating out the sickness is actually possibly, I spent all day Tuesday and all day Saturday, as well as Friday from 5:30pm on, under a mountain of tissues in a Nyquil coma. Luckily for the one run I did manage, running itself requires very little head and neck movement: my lymph nodes have been so swollen I haven't been able to turn my head.
Number of Beers Consumed Last Week: Not nearly enough. I had grand plans for a birthday bash at Bier Kraft this weekend, but had to cancel on account of being on my death bed. Incidently, I think I ended up on my death bed as a result of drinking aggressively while I was already under the weather on Thursday...
Types of Beers Consumed Last Week: Whale's Tale Pale Ale, Heineken, Stella, Mission IPA.
I'm probaby the only person who is now looking forward to turning 30, if only because it can't possibly be as lame as 29 has been.