I'm getting too old for this

I'm getting too old for this shit. No, not running, though that's probably debatable. It's the drinking too much and eating like crap and then thinking I can knock out double digit miles. Yeah, not so much.

One of my husband's best friends was in town visiting us this week. He was our first overnight houseguest since we've moved and he miraculously survived, I, on the other hand, had a tougher go of it. Yesterday we threw a hail mary and drove inland in search of some sun and we were handsomely rewarded. After a late lunch and some beer at a taphouse, I forced them we decided to stop at a winery so that he could get a taste of Central Coast wines. One winery turned into 3 and the evening ended with me sleeping off my hangover on the couch.

Happy as a clam

But the drinking ended early and I felt like I was in good shape when I finally peeled myself off the couch to continue sleeping in bed. And I woke this morning to feeling pretty normal. So, why not eat a bunch of crap at brunch too? French toast swimming in butter and syrup- the perfect way to carbo load. Or maybe not.

I did make it out for a run around lunchtime, and not because I was moping around with a hangover, but because I was trying to wait out the rain. I managed to get out while the temps were quite cool, but the sun had broken out, my ideal running weather. Except my legs felt like they were logs filled with lead and even the slightest incline had me huffing and puffing for air. I was planning to run 9 miles, but could only manage 5.

Miles logged: 5.0