Monday, October 27, 2008

Speaking of Massaged Taints ...

Thanks to Marcy for classing up last week's taint discussion. You get a gold star, which is actually just this link with nothing gold or star-like about it.

The Detox Run returned in fine form Sunday after my hometown's citywide Halloween bash on Saturday. (Retardedly, the Halloween bash is always the Saturday before Halloween.) Because of scheduling issues, I had to run Sunday morning if I wanted to run at all.

I woke up with a bit of a bastard behind the eyes, but forced myself out the door at 8:30 a.m. To survive the run, I just had to get my footfalls to match the rhythm of the pounding in my head, which resulted in the Dipso Shuffle for the first seven of 10 miles. My pace fell between 10 and 11 minutes per mile until I decided to crush the final three miles.

I managed to get under 10 minutes per mile for the entire run, but those first seven miles at a limping, close-together stride did their damage. I was walking bow-legged for the rest of the day.

Sore though I was, I capped that evening in what Dr. Samuel Johnson would describe as heroic fashion.

11 comments:

Vanilla said...

At least you were walking for the rest of the day, albeit bowlegged. After my long run on Sunday I lay in a stupor on the couch taking in as much football as possible before the remembering that there was no Sunday night game.

Marcy said...

That's what I'm here for. . . .class and sophistication :P

tfh said...

The bow-legged walk is always good for attracting the ladies...

Big said...

it could have been worse, you could have decided to start your detox run at 2:30am (immediately after the last drink). that only results in running and falling on pavement.

MCM Mama said...

10 miles with a hangover? Impressive!

Sarah said...

The Danish phrase for a hangover translates to "carpenters in the brain." I think that's what all the pounding in your head actually was.

Had some hair of the dog that bit you later in the day, eh? Nothing soothes the savage hangover like...more booze.

the erratic epicurean said...

my tin can headache had me on the couch all day sunday. you are a real go-getter viper.

Ms. V. said...

I'm always happy to see one of you rock star runners have a 10-11 minute mile and BITCH about it!

That's like...smokin' hot for me!

Sorry about the headache. Hasn't anyone taught you about aspirin before bedtime?

...amateur!

chia said...

I'm so jealous, I haven't ran in like a week ;-). Great job tackling a 10 miler post-libation!!

Xenia said...

At least I'm not the only one suffering. That makes me feel better.

Nitmos said...

This whole blog is now tainted for me. Can't we talk about farts or something - taints smelly cousin?