Saturday was our first kickball game and I didn't drink... at all. I used to drink all day during kickball season but now its getting tougher to even contemplate drinking before noon.
It was gorgeous outside and while most of the team reconvened in the park for some bocce ball, frisbee and drinking outdoors... I went to the movies to watch The Other Boleyn Girl. Btw - don't waste your time. It was doo doo.
I didn't have a single drink until we were at the bar... and that was around 7pm. I had 2 drinks, just 2 and felt FINE when I left. Around 2am I woke up feeling sick as a dog and had to eat some crackers, take some Aleve and drink glass after glass of water to make me feel better.
I'm an old lady!
Sunday, I ran in the Shamrock Run 5k. I love this race mostly because its one of the easiest 5k races (about half of it is downhill) and everyone dresses festively. Oh and they serve you beer at the end.
The Mr told me that I looked nerdtacular.
About 2 miles into the race, I thought I was going to vomit. It was awful! The Mr said he actually saw a kid vomit during the race while his dad was yelling at him to 'keep going!' Even so, this was my best 5k time ever: 27:49. That's about a 9:18 mile pace and that's frickin' amazing for me.
I think it was because of the socks. Since I looked slightly festive, I couldn't crap out... I had to keep going. And there was a girl with a strange limp/run that motivated me. If she could do it, I could do it (and she beat me).
The Mr finished in under 21 minutes and Megan kicked my ass at 25:06.
So I felt pretty good when the race was over until I drank a beer... at which point my hangover returned and I ended up curled in the fetal position on my couch for the next few hours. Have I said oy yet?
