Now, I realize that to some of you that have been reading this drivel for a while, that's hardly a newsflash. Yet I constantly find ways to amaze myself w/ my stunning retardation. You see, Saturday M and I had a really wonderful day together. We hung out, did some gardening together (I know, what a romantic) and had a really great dinner. The bad part? Sunday. And this is where it gets funny/stupid.
I hadn't had a drink since Tuesday (life insurance medical test on Sat morning) so by Saturday I was ready to...have a couple of beers. Which I did. Then we had
So, to recap, I had a relatively high BAC by the time I hit the rack @ 12. Which was tremendously stupid since I was getting up at 7 to go on a 45 mile'ish ride on Sunday. See where this is going?
I barely made it up by 7:30 and was feeling worked over from the get go. I wolfed down some leftover steak from the night before and hit the road to my buddy B's house where he and his brother in law laughed at my horrid appearance. I struggled mightily the whole time and was barely able to keep up with the 2 of them. I think averaged about 12 mph vs the 15-16 I'm able to comfortably cruise at normally. I also got the most severe case of cramps I've ever had in my life. Riding a bike uphill X massive thigh cramps = not good times. I thought I seriously was just going to lock up and fall over. Luckily I made it back home to shower and nap for 2 hours.
And, amazingly, I never threw up.