Sunday, May 14th, 20064:44 A.M.It was bloody cold Thursday morning, and I had had a late night the night before, so I didn't run. I should have run Friday, but it was still cold. Saturday my parents were in town and messed up my weekend morning schedule, so once again I didn't run. I had three beers yesterday afternoon, painting and watching hockey. Then out to supper with the in-laws I had a 32- or 36-ounce beer at the restaurant. I wasn't drunk so much as I just knew that in the morning I'd be feeling kind of rotten. I was already feeling rotten about all the beer calories. When I get hangovers it's usually just a headache and it usually doesn't strike until later in the morning. I'll wake up fine, thinking I dodged the bullet, and then a few hours later I'll be messed up. Not often, mind you, because I don't drink much often. But that's how it works. My dad told me a couple of months ago that running in the morning is a good way to stave off a hangover. He recalled having gone on business trips and in the evenings going out for drinks with coworkers in some strange city and getting a little sloppy. Then the next morning, work to do, hung over, he'd run. And it would help him. Good information. And today I'm fine. I might have been fine anyway, even without running, because six beers (equivalent) over six hours isn't necessarily more than I can handle. I had also kept a full stomach and kept out of the sun (there was no sun yesterday). So who knows? --- Overcast, dark, humid. Not sure if I could make a full three miles -- nor sure the rain would hold off for that long--, I ran the course for two and decided I could handle another mile after all. It was barely sprinkling at two. By 2.5 it had picked up. By three I was wet. Foggy glasses, heavy sweatshirt (it was ~45 degrees F), oh well. 
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