I kind of fell off the health bandwagon the last couple of days. Chris and I polished off a lot of scotch Friday night, and moved on to wine (and scotch) last night. I’m well acquainted with Mr. Scotch, but we haven’t hung out in a while and I must say I enjoyed his company. We’re parting ways for now, but I am sure we’ll meet again, hopefully long after I finish the marathon.
Surprisingly, my cold has pretty much disappeared. My nose is a little runny, but otherwise I am a-ok. I guess the booze was offset with an ample enough of rest, because I am feeling better now than I have in days. The lesson? Booze is bad for running, but absolutely gold for colds. Don’t wait for the medical study to be released, you’ve heard it here first.
After Friday night’s booze up, it took some time for Chris and I to prepare for our run. My morning basically consisted of the occasional nap and lots of coffee, while Chris managed to clean the chimney and picked up breakfast. Guess who gets the gold star for productivity? And he started drinking before me too, the bastard.
By the crack of two we were alert enough to put on our running gear and head out for a cold, wet run. Chris was feeling a little ambitious, so I figured we should tack on a little extra distance on to our last 5K run. We started out slow and picked it up as we made our way towards the local market, taking note of the scenery as we ran past.
As pretty as last Sunday’s run was, nothing prepared us for the vibrant oranges and reds we were greeted with in the Kennebecasis River valley. Chris kept interrupting our conversation to point out some beautiful tree or bush as we passed, which was cool because I was probably talking nonsense anyway.
I think the scenery distracted Chris from the task at hand, because he didn’t experience any discomfort until the last kilometer of the run. His improved endurance was impressive, especially considering he was in pain half way into our first outing together. I’m trying to convince him to run the 10K at the Legs For Literacy Marathon, so I’ll let you know if he accepts the challenge.
After the run we both quickly showered and jumped in the car, making our way down to The Algonquin Hotel (a posh resort in St. Andrew’s) in time to have a big dinner and a few drinks with our friend Alex Thorne. I don’t know how nights like these are going to effect me three weeks from now, but I should probably stop myself before I lose all self control. These next three weeks are going to suck.