...for not pacing myself.
I hid a 64-ounce container of gatorade behind the Verizon shed near my house, and took off. The idea was to do four five-mile laps, having a big ol' drink break after each lap. Instead, I decided to try a whole different route, which took me 10 miles until I made it back to the shed.
During the next lap, I started to feel all dizzy and weird. So when I got back to the shed, I stopped and walked up the hill to my house. 15.5 miles total. I figure, better to be alive and off-the-mark than to get run over by a car at mile 18 because I was too spaced-out to keep an eye on traffic.
Still, that kind of sucks. Oh, well.
Love to all. Even you. Yeah, you.
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Do you know what the first thought that came to mind as I read this?
Did you ever "pace" yourself when you drank? I never did.
Food for thought -
Food for thought -
It's all about the pacing ones self isn't it. Life, children, meetings, running, working, competing, SOBRIETY!!
Cheers
Jeremy
Jeremy - true enough... that's why I'm on this damn early train to Manhattan... so I can hit a 7:30am meeting (RFI at Houston Street), so I can to the tanning booth (psoriasis) at 9, so I can go to the gym at 2pm (after a bunch o' work), so I can get home by 7:30, so I can put the kids to sleep so I can watch that movie my oldest wants to watch.
What were we talking about, again?
;-)
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