I sat down to write this blog post yesterday, but I couldn’t muster the energy to remain seated upright in front of a computer, so I lay back down and watched movies instead. On Saturday, I took advantage of the sunshine and warm spring weather and ran my longest distance EVER- a little over 5.5 miles. Along the way I decided that there are too many hills where I live and that I really, truly despise running, but I did it and I’m fairly proud of it.
The run, however, was not the reason I was too tired and weak to do anything but lie prone on the couch yesterday; Saturday night was a regularly scheduled ladies’ night for me and my friends, and I made this cocktail to share with them. In between my 5.5 mile run and sharing the delicious sparkling grapefruit and gin cocktail with my friends (I can hardly type the word gin without feeling queasy), I forgot to hydrate. Sure I had a glass of water when I returned from my run, but that was it and it wasn’t enough.
After my run, I was so sweaty that I had little streaks of salt on my face and probably should have consumed a gallon of water, but I didn’t and I woke up yesterday morning feeling like death warmed over. I again would like to remind us all about the importance of hydration,and while I’d also like to warn you against trying the above mentioned cocktail, I really can’t because it is too delicious- just make sure you’re properly hydrated. Consider this a PSA from someone who has learned her lesson the hard way.
Today’s plan is a slow 3 mile run with my buddy Jack, and I am currently drinking some refreshing water in preparation. I believe it was George Bush who said “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me” (or maybe he never quite said it), and I’m definitely not going to get fooled twice in the hydration game. I spent most of yesterday guzzling water and herbal tea, and I’m not going to follow this run with gin (although I bet it would have worked for Betty Draper). I’m waiting for the temperature to warm up a bit, and then I’ll lace up my sneaks, snap a leash onto the hound, and off we’ll go. I’ve already filled my 48 oz Nalgene with water to take to work with me, and I’ve stashed a smaller water bottle next to the shower in order to minimize the risks of forgetting to hydrate again. I may be overdoing it, but I’d rather be over-prepared than feel like a half-dead desert creature.