nike human race

"it's only six miles..."

i really tried not to drink friday night. i really did. i didn't really want to go out either. but they came to get me. all of them. there were some jokes. about me of course. there was a wager. there was karma involved. and there was "just call me ugly". so i went out. at midnight. fully knowing i had to be up at 6.30am just to commute to brooklyn....just to run 6 miles. just because i paid to do so a month before. just because i thought it was a good reason to train. just because i thought the good reason to train would leave me to shedding some lbs.

so at midnight. i ended up at a bar. and that bar turned into a club. coincidentally being a ford model party. kudos all around. most importantly for my self control, avoiding the the dom. avoiding the bottle of vodka. i did my lil dance around the table. had small talk and mostly avoided the smack talking of the boys. that lasted right up until i wanted to leave. 2am. and while i was yawning and getting tired. the conversational trash talking abilities of the very attractive females around me got fiercer. as they enticed with their bodies and flirted with their attack of me not drinking....i grew more and more alertly vulnerable of succumbing to my lust. afterall she said. "i look at you and you look very athletic. it's only 6 miles. you can do it and i think u'll do really well too. come on just drink. my gf partied all night and ran a half marathon in the morning drunk and on no sleep".

"if u drink it, i'll drink" that's how the last half bottle went. "quickly" works as a modifier too. i drank. and i drank more at the bar. and i got home at 4am. only to find a friend awake at home. and i hung out with him for a half hour because that's what friends do. friends hang out with friends late in the night even if it means sacrificing sleep.

i slept past the alarm and was awoken by a call from my running mate telling me to get ready. i showered and thought about puking. then i tried to puke on the walk to the train. and then i tried to hold in the puke on the train to prospect park. "when i saw you sleeping on the train and smelling like alcohol, i felt so bad for u." s.k. when we finally stepped out of the metro in bk, we were late. people had already started running. so we basically started running the moment we stepped onto the sidewalk....found the first park opening and joined the race...11 minutes late. i somehow ran the first 2 miles drunk because as the course started to hit an incline, my body gave out. i turned a slightly whiter shade of pale. and let my partner run ahead....while i put my head down and dragged my feet up the hill. mile 2.5 to 3. involved a bit of dry heaving. some gagging. lots of coughing. like a possessed man trying to exorcise the demons of poison out of his own body through convulsion of coughing. i made it through the first lap. and even before i felt the 2nd wind. i started running. i trained for this dammnit! i wasn't going to allow stupid hangovers to get in the way. i did 4 miles monday. 3.5 miles interval training tuesday. another 4+ miles on thursday. I felt pretty confident in finishing the 10k run under an hour. the last lap of catchup resulted in a 1h20m finish. minus 11m because we were late and im at 1h09m final time. a lil over a 10 min mile. not bad for a drunk and walking parts of the race. but def worth the previous nights escapades....kekeke.

trying to puke before hittin the subway...

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