Sunday, August 1, 2010

Tripe H

There are three things I think of immediately after a race, especially a marathon: Hurt, Hunger, and Hungover.

Hungover is definitely an exaggeration, but with no race looming, there's definitely a greater amount of beer and alcohol consumed post race as compared to the week leading up to the race.

Karl Strauss - Special Mini Keg Beer Night. aka Cask Night


Hunger, so hunger. I eat out as it is...a lot. Post marathon it seems like every meal is spent 'out'.

Breakfast - breadbites. nom

Lunch (and Dinner) - Hooters, Lemon Pepper. nom nom

Aroma - Pastries provided by management...provided too often.

Above and beyond the previous two H's, I'm hurt. Hurt bad. And not bad meaning good either, but bad meaning bad. It took until mid-week before I was able to walk w/o a limp.

It's Sunday now and I'm back at running with two weeks left before the AFC Half marathon on August 14th. And just as soon as the soreness went away, I opened up my credit card statement with all my eating out. Ouch...now that hurt.

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