Shockingly, whiskey is not an ideal pre-run drink

The balance between training and socializing is a delicate thing.

The first saturday without a cross country meet is a chance to let the balance tip toward the social end of things. As me and my compadres ventured to the Red Jug Pub, I was introduced to a new drink, the whiskey ginger, and approached this delicious concoction with my normal lack of moderation. It was a great night, filled with fun and mischief, with the night culminating with the kidnapping of several shoes belonging to people who shall go unnamed, and resulting in one man having to walk back to our house Shoeless Joe Jackson style.

I tried to keep all the fun I had saturday night in mind as I staggered through a 17 mile run on sunday. Strangely whiskey is not the most hydrating fluid, my cotton-mouth and the salt rings accumulating on my shirt from sweat without enough water in it are testaments to that.

One of the good things about being fit is that even with a lil' bit of a hangover, runs aren't that bad, as I still managed to average about 6:40 a mile for the whole thing, albeit with a little more effort and self-loathing than usual. Gotta love college.