I did a lot of manual labour at work today. Jim and I personally moved, by hand, three pallets of dry chemicals, bag by 50-lb. bag. It was a lot of work, and I decided that I was going to skip my run today. Plus, everyone in the shop went to the club after work for a drink, like they do every Friday. I don't usually join them, but felt like socialising with my co-workers, so I made an exception.
I only had one drink (a bourbon on the rocks), and as I was going home afterward, I passed the gym and thought, "What the hell! I'll go for a run anyway." I've now decided the best way to run is after a shot of booze. I felt like I could have run for miles and miles, but was reaching the thirty-minute limit on the treadmill. I think I'll start keeping my flask in my truck so I can take a swig or two before going into the gym. Those extra pounds are going to be more fun to lose than I thought.