Today is one of those days where mobility and I are barely on speaking terms. And no, the reason for this has nothing to do with pubs, but admittedly it is because I overdid something . . . exercise. (I lost track of time and did more than I meant to, which just goes to show that “feeling fine” is an imprecise indicator at best in both the world of drinking and exercise.)
Let’s consider this for a moment though:
Last week I went to the pub, stayed an hour or so later than I normally would have, and the next morning I was fine and dandy, in part because the whole time I was aware of what I was doing.
Yesterday I spent a measly extra fifteen minutes exercising because I wasn’t paying attention, and this morning I can barely move.
There’s a lesson in here somewhere if you care to find it.
Candles & Curses 