It seems when I run after drinking the night before I always feel amazing. Am I the only one or is that just one of those freaks of nature that makes no sense?
It seems when I run after drinking the night before I always feel amazing. Am I the only one or is that just one of those freaks of nature that makes no sense?
You are not alone, my post drinking runs are always good, so good I almost tried it before some major races, but didn't want to risk it.
Me TOO!
Man, I love drinking! I get an awesome buzz going. I forget where I am. I wake up at noon and... WANT TO VOMIT UNCONTROLLABLY! My run that day is at 8 minute pace, and if I catch a whiff of my alcoholic perspiration the wrong way, I dry heave for minutes and fall to the ground with devastating chest cramps.
Something tells me you two aren't drinking right.
probaly because drinking a few beers gives you some extra carbs and calories which will make you feel energized. Obviously the horses ass above me thinks having a sip of beer will ruin you.
Still personally some days when I got like really hammered. Hungover and throwing up. I still have great runs. I mean yea I have a stomach ache. but besides that I feel fine.
Still personally some days when I got like really hammered. Hungover and throwing up. I still have great runs. I mean yea I have a stomach ache. but besides that I feel fine and have a strong run.
Still personally some days when I got like really hammered. Hungover and throwing up. I still have great runs. I mean yea I have a stomach ache. but besides that I feel fine and have a strong run.
Still personally some days when I got like really hammered. Hungover and throwing up. I still have great runs. I mean yea I have a stomach ache. but besides that I feel fine and have a strong run.
That's how I USED to feel on days after drinking, in fact my road 5k PR was when I was hungover.
Now, I feel like hell when I go out for a run after a long night of drinking. I think that it's weird how that changed.
I used to run great the day after drinking, but then something happened to me some time during my junior year of undergrad. That XC season I was able to split a 30-rack with a friend, get blackout drunk and sleep for 3-4 hours and then feel fine during classes the next day and run a great, effortless-feeling (or, at least easier-than-usual-feeling) workout in the afternoon (I actually remarked to my drinking buddy, who was also on the team, at the end of one of those workouts, "Wow, we should get blackout drunk and stay up until 4 o'clock every night!" My teammates and coach were, understandably, not amused [I was also kind of having commitment problems that year and admittedly did not race well]).
That spring, though, I went out and partook in a heavy, but not ridiculous, Friday night of drinking, and then had to lie down and take a nap in a park two miles into an out-and-back eight-miler the next morning (I'm sure I looked very, very homeless lying there in my short shorts with a week's worth of stubble and breath that reeked of keystone keg beer) because I felt so tired, hungover, and generally crappy; my teammates woke me up a little less than a half-hour later when they were on their way back in and I stumbled back home with 'em. I think I would have been made fun of a lot harder if they weren't worried about me puking on their shoes.
It worked for Prefontaine.