Drunk or hungover?
I attended a Pro Bono event hosted by a firm last night with an open bar and very appropriately had two small glasses of white wine with hor d'oeuvres. I then went out to a surprise celebration for my friend Samay (who just passed the Feb bar - props to him) at the Regal Beagle and promptly downed two more drinks of the vodka/rum with fruity stuff persuasion.
After taking the bus home I decided to change into some more casual clothes and clean my room/dance crazily around like a maniac for two hours. What better accompaniment to this time honored activity than the remaining 2/3 of a bottle of white wine from dinner the night before? Answer: nothing.
This morning I woke up at 5:15, having decided the night before that I would run an easy two miler, and couldn't tell if I was hungover or still slightly drunk. I got up and put on my running clothes, stumbling a little as I got into my stretchy pants (drunk). I then proceeded to put my hair in a pony tail which no matter how I did it up, felt a bit too tight (hungover). Half a mile into my run I looked down and thought "the ground seems a little wobbly this morning" and stumbled sideways, planting my left foot squarely into a pile of mud (drunk). A mile in, my head began to feel like it was in a vice and I would have murdered a small child for just a sip of water (hungover).
Coming to the end of my run, I felt strong, and as I passed an old man out for his early morning walk, I grinned like an idiot and thought to myself "I could easily do another mile" (definitely drunk).
As I slowed to a walk, taking deep breaths of the cold Chicago morning air, I realized that it didn't matter. Either way, drunk or hungover, I had still gone for a run, and I had still rocked it. And THAT is what really counts.
After taking the bus home I decided to change into some more casual clothes and clean my room/dance crazily around like a maniac for two hours. What better accompaniment to this time honored activity than the remaining 2/3 of a bottle of white wine from dinner the night before? Answer: nothing.
This morning I woke up at 5:15, having decided the night before that I would run an easy two miler, and couldn't tell if I was hungover or still slightly drunk. I got up and put on my running clothes, stumbling a little as I got into my stretchy pants (drunk). I then proceeded to put my hair in a pony tail which no matter how I did it up, felt a bit too tight (hungover). Half a mile into my run I looked down and thought "the ground seems a little wobbly this morning" and stumbled sideways, planting my left foot squarely into a pile of mud (drunk). A mile in, my head began to feel like it was in a vice and I would have murdered a small child for just a sip of water (hungover).
Coming to the end of my run, I felt strong, and as I passed an old man out for his early morning walk, I grinned like an idiot and thought to myself "I could easily do another mile" (definitely drunk).
As I slowed to a walk, taking deep breaths of the cold Chicago morning air, I realized that it didn't matter. Either way, drunk or hungover, I had still gone for a run, and I had still rocked it. And THAT is what really counts.