I don't usually run on a Sunday, not because I've any spiritual or theological reasons against it, it's just a hard morning anyway for me. But I made an exception this morning because I felt like running and I'd had a day off yesterday. I felt ok during the run but when I got back my legs were a bit painful. I haven't a clue why that should be except that I didn't feel all that well yesterday and maybe it had something to do with that.
You can never tell how you are going to be until the experience is past. As I've remarked before, some days you can feel fine and other days feel rubbish from start to finish. The vexing thing is that sometimes you can't think of anything to put the difference down to.
Not like I could do if I was one of those staggering home in totally inappropriate clothing at 6.00 a.m. after a night's clubbing. I passed a couple of likely lads this morning wending their way home, or at least in a forward direction! I ran past the local Tesco one Saturday morning just after 6.00 a.m. and three young men and two young women were just emerging with a case of lager; no doubt to round off a 'good night'.
I do remember staggering home when I was their age, but it wasn't at dawn, it was much much earlier the night before. We had a reason to binge drink as the pubs and clubs weren't open 24/7. But binge drinking hadn't been invented then. We simply 'got drunk.' But closing hours gave the opportunity to sober up properly.
Now I'm at an age where I'm simply grateful that I can be up at dawn and out running on a Saturday or Sunday morning. I no longer get drunk, or even drink because time and tide have taken their toll and alcohol just makes me very ill before I've drunk enough to feel any real effect. Now, electrolytes and carb drinks are my post exercise poison.