How Running With A Terrible Hangover Has Finally Given Me The Confidence To Run A Sub 2 Hour Half Marathon.
So, my plan to stick to 3,000 calories per day derailed spectacularly last night with a 12 hour drinking session with my work colleagues in Cutter’s Wharf, Belfast.
It was a really great night and I have no regrets, but the resulting hangover was a complete fucking bastard.
New morning headache
After getting back home at 1am as drunk as a skunk, I went to bed eating a net of Babybel cheese that I’d scored off the 24 hour Botanic Spar shortly before hailing my taxi.
And as night turned to morning, my A.M headache was insufferable. When it’s that bad, I know that the vomiting isn’t far away.
Fortunately the pain in my head subsided after 2 blasts at talking to God on the ceramic telephone.
Any thought of running was far from my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep and pray that the hangover wasn’t gonna tear me a new asshole as the day progressed.
And sure enough as the day went on, the hangover became worse. All notions of self worth died. I was panicing about every aspect of my life and tried to find peace of mind by re-watching old movies and cartoons, but none of it worked.
Then I decided to play ‘I Only Said’ by My Bloody Valentine on Spotify. It’s one of those songs that make me want to go outside and kill everything.
So I put my shoes on.
That’s the great thing about music, if you listen to the music you love just before a run, it can inspire you to feats you thought unimaginable only minutes before.
To put this into context, even running a 5k seemed well out of reach at 3pm today. Any movement hurt. Even thinking hurt for God’s sake.
I’ve tried running hungover before, but it’s always been a harrowing rape-like experience and I had no reason to think that this was gonna be any different.
This time however everything just clicked and I loved being out there. With every step forward I felt like I was strangling my hangover just a little bit more, until it was dead and impotent.
From today’s run I know I’m gonna go sub 2 in Dublin on Monday.
For this blog to be of any value I need to be progressing. I can keep making excuses about my diet, weight and pace but it will be really fucking boring to write and read.
This will be my 15th fucking attempt at a half marathon and embarrassed by how long the process is taking.
That’s why I’m putting this one to bed on Monday. I will go sub 2 and I will love the race and I’ll continue to get better from there.
I’m heading off to Dublin tomorrow lunch time and am looking forward to a break away. This really will be a fucking great weekend.