This morning it felt like someone had cracked my head open, filled it needles and chilli sauce, shaken it about then used a staple gun to put it back together. Needless to say, I was a little worse for wear following yesterday’s BBQ celebrations.
I had spent the majority of the day – as expected – slaving over a hot BBQ using the up-and-over garage door as a rain shelter. It chucked it down persistently, but being the hardy Brits we are, we weren’t going to let a bit of the wet stuff ruin the day. We therefore carried on regardless, and whilst I kept up the supply of partially burnt burgers and sausages, Mrs Trenthamfolk dutifully ensured I was suitably hydrated… once the hoards had had their fill, the fizzy wine made an appearance.. Me & Prosecco just don’t mix, I knew this, and therefore should have known better.
Fortunately for everyone, I had foreseen this turn of events, and had booked the day off work. I walked Junior to school and the bought some energy drink, took some painkillers and went back to bed. Come lunch time, I had decided what I needed was a nice greasy KFC. It was OK, but it didn’t really do the trick… Junk food just doesn’t these days. My brain says I want it, but when I get it, It’s just not what it’s cracked up to be. My mind inevitably wandered towards hair-of-the-dog, but I knew I needed to #Juneathon at some point. At that stage, the thought of running filled me with dread.
The sun had come out by the time I left the house, and it was actually very pleasant. I ran very slowly (#Runkeeper), gingerly picking my way down the canal tow-path, trying my best to keep the gurgles at bay. I opted for my oldest route: A 10k that is mostly flat, and has lots of opportunity to cut short if necessity demands. As ever though, once I got going, the headache and nausea evaporated. Lot’s of people were out and about, most said ‘hi’ as I ambled past, and I got a friendly wave from my running buddy Meg. I completed the whole 10K at a reasonable pace (all things considered), and by the time I got back to Trentham, I felt much, much better.
Sitting at home watching Red Dwarf video’s on Youtube is all very well, but you can’t beat a good run to revitalise an abused nervous system. I also had the satisfaction of registering 140 miles for #Juneathon to date, and considering the pile of human wreckage I was this morning, I’m pretty damn please with that!
Juneathon 2013 Stats
Total Miles = 140.22
Total KM = 225.66
Total Calories = 17,024
Big Macs = 34.7
Pints of Strongbow = 70.9
Days Worth Calories = 8.5
Journeys to Work = 10.09