So, Saturday I obviously learned I did a piss-poor job at my beer math. I was at an event with all beers over 8% alcohol, and all the pours were 4-5oz. In my head, that meant each equaled about half a beer, when in reality a tiny glass of a 14% beer is equivalent to a Bud Light or a small glass of wine. Oopsie.
After getting home at 8:30pm and spending the rest of the night frantically drinking water and Nuun, and shoveling pizza and cereal into my mouth so I could avoid being hungover for my 10-miler on Sunday.
(Fortunately I scrapped my plan to get up, run 10 miles, and then see Wolf of Wall Street at 11am. That kind of thing would work if I had Betsy to motivate me to run that far before 9am, but solo I just don’t have it in me.)
Unfortunately, I turned around about 1/2 mile too early, so my run was a mile short. Also, I didn’t stop my clock or subtract any time spend waiting at lights (which was a LOT) so I don’t know what my time might’ve been otherwise.
Also unfortunately, my turnaround point was pretty close to Coney Island, and apparently I missed out on seeing a nearby baby seal at Brighton Beach? WTF?!
Not fantastic, but it’s not like another 9 miler is going to fail me to prepare. I’ll aim for 11-12 next week and that should be good enough. Hips were pretty achey during/after run, but don’t feel too bad today.
Weekly training update:
I was going to post my playlist, but it was a lot of the same stuff in a slightly different order. Cody Chesnutt, Allen Stone, March Broussard, The Postelles, Gary Clark Jr, Paramore, Demi Lovato, Kelly Rowland, The Heavy. There, that’s the short version.