Drunken Stupor, Take Two
Last night, caught up with a cycling friend I haven’t seen in some time, and managed to run into Raewyn briefly as well. Raewyn is off to follow the Tour de France with her husband and a few others for two months. Then my friend and I hit up a couple bars. I drank way too much, prolly eight pints worth. Had to lean against my friend as we walked back to the car. That eighth drink was devastating!
This morning, somehow I managed to drag self out of bed, almost couldn’t stay standing in the shower; then packed and walked briskly with my bike to the bus station three blocks away, to catch the 9:20 to Wanganui to visit folks. And with the bike in tow to compete in the interclub individual time trial.
I’m not sure what possessed me to think I could do the time trial in my state; but I did it anyway. Some left over cold chicken helped line my stomach for a short while. And despite blustery winds, I managed to average 32km/h over the 25km course.
Still feeling a little ill. Really do need to learn to drink slower, and know my limits. I should also eat before going out too! Four pieces of toast just won’t do…