Dubious Motives II: Revenge of the Wine

So, I have been getting on my self righteous high horse about bad reasons for running, but this morning I ran for the worst reason ever: to get rid of a hangover. However, the joke is on me as it didn’t work.

I drank some wine last night. Of differing colours. And amaretto…? Ugh. It was fun, but waking up this morning at 6.48am was not. This was not intentional (both the waking up and the not fun aspect of that), but as I was up I decided I may as well go for a run as I couldn’t feel much worse.

I didn’t feel worse – I was in the fresh air, the ibuprofen were kicking in and I was taking it easy; 4 miles later I almost felt good. Once the endorphins wore off, however, not so much.

Tomorrow I will run for a good reason – just because I want to.