New Year's Eve smacked me upside the head and reminded me I'm not 25 anymore. Let's just say there was whiskey, whiskye, and some more whiskey involved.
Yeah, you heard me. Whiskye.
A month ago, I signed up for the Lifetime FitnessCommitment Day 5k with some friends thinking, "P-shaw, I'll probably spend the crack of 2013 in bed watching reruns of The Office. 10am race start? No prob."
Well, a party was thrown and I got tossed.
The G denied my 2am request to text the friends that I wouldn't make it, on account of my being drunker-than-a-skunk. The G even denied my later request when I realized I had sprained my ankle while chasing the wily party-host through the spillery kitchen. (He threw a snowball at me!)
Then, 8:56am, January 1, 2013 came pretty quick and my ride was coming at 9:00am.
I limped downstairs after donning ALL THE CLOTHES since a squinty glimpse at my trusty iPhone weather app told me it was 1 degree.
Insult to injury.
My lovely friends arrive, in much chipper condition, and point out that it is -5 degrees.
The situation now:
- below zero
- worst hangover I've had in... 7 years.
- going for a jog.
We head to the Metrodome [FU, Mall of America Field, it's the _____-ing METRODOME] to huddle inside with the thousands of other nuts who thought the start of the new year was, like, a good time to start a resolution or something.
A few of us cool kids waited until there were 5 minutes left before the race started before heading outside to the starting line, despite urgent prompting over the loudspeaker that there were "only 30 minutes until the race starts... you only have 20 minutes until the race begins... everyone should be heading to the starting line to ensure they're present for the starting gun... there are only 10 minutes until the race begins... please head to the starting line... [get your butts outside, people]."
One friend looks at me right before we start the jog up to the start line from the back of the pack, "How you doing?"
"Heh, let's go," was the only slightly positive response I could think of.
Turns out? Running is an AWESOME cure for a hangover.
NOT THAT I WILL EVER DRINK AGAIN. [sipping spiced bourbon....whoo-ah!... what?]
Okay, so the run was a bit inspiring and we felt pretty bad-ass for running in -5 degrees (and I felt pretty BA for being hungover and still running), even though I did it under duress.
Oh, and thanks for asking, my resolution to run/yoga for 40 days is going pretty freaking well, but that's a story for another day.
And Lifetime, I love your events as they are well-attended and have a nice price-point and swell goodies, but you need to pay some attention to your signage and organization. Post-race food and drink "lines" are non-existent; vendor and freebie-pickup areas are hard to navigate, let alone find. A couple tweaks and you'll be up there with Team Ortho and the Twin Cities in Motion events.
One year ago: LLLL, in which I discover parchment paper and over-easy eggs.