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The Power of Breakfast

10 September 2011

On Saturday morning I woke up with a hangover. I drank two cups of tea, ate two slices of toast and did Friday’s crossword in bed. By 9am I still had a hangover but laced up the trainers and we headed out for a 9 mile run.

I ran on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday mornings and it was horrible every time. On Saturday I ran twice as far, with a headache and mild dehydration, but felt brilliant. Either there is no justice in the world, or I really have to eat breakfast in order to have a good run.

I’ve been slowing down or walking too much on my runs lately, but it didn’t even cross my mind on Saturday. When I got back, the hangover had gone. It was a miracle run. If only I could have one every day.

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