The One About The Hangover

This week I learned that running hours after getting a typhoid shot is not fun. In fact, it’s almost as much fun as running 12 kilometers the morning after drinking a bottle of wine, a shot of tequila and a vodka Rockstar. When my alarm went at 7:44 on Sunday morning, the day after my Christmas party, the typhoid shot was the least of my worries-  I was regretting the tequila. Regardless, I rose, washed off my crusty make-up, and got dressed in my usual Sunday morning attire: my black leggings and an Under Armour shirt. I don’t go to church; running is my religion. But folks, I wouldn’t recommend doing either hungover. The run was, if I’m being honest, excruciating. Before the run, I was wise enough to purchase a blue Gatorade at the 24 hour Shoppers Drug Mart beside the Running Room. I chugged half of it before the run but saved the rest for later. God forbid I get a cramp. About 6 kilometers in, I had what my Vancouver roommate calls cotton-mouth. I hope you get a visual. I have never been so parched in my life. To make matters worse, the route included running over the Macdonald bridge to Dartmouth; In my state, making me run meters above gallons of undrinkable water was like offering a starving child a poisonous fruit. I was so busy wallowing in self pity I didn’t even appreciate the view- the bridge, a route I have never run before, overlooks almost all of Halifax. Anyways the good news for me was the run was really slow and steady. I trekked along and the second I got back to the store I bee-lined for my blue Gatorade. I chugged it. I started walking home and felt quite satisfied with myself. I may be an irresponsible university student but at least I’m committed to my running. I would love to tell you, my fellow bloggees, that the run cured my hangover; that I went on to have the most productive Sunday. But I am not going to lie. I got home from my 12 kilometre run, showered and ate a copious amount of delicious food. The rest of the day amounted to a movie about facebook, some food, some time on facebook, some food and than a Christmas dinner with my roommates. But it didn't matter, because I ran 12 kilometers hungover and that was my productivity of the day. Overall, running hungover was an experience for me- one that provided an entertaining blog entry. However, it is not something I plan to do again. I love running and would never dare ruin it with the dreaded hangover. Besides, I much prefer going out on Thursdays! A wise old man once told me, everything is okay in moderation. Running hungover has not turned me off of running- it has just turned me off of running hungover!  On that note, today is one of my two days off from running this week. It’s a cross-training day.  I’m off to hot yoga.

Namasta,

Running Romance xx