It doesn't get easier...

When you stay up and party hard night after night you lose track of the days. Everything becomes one big blurry day and night all wrapped into one. It's a groundhog day long weekend of sorts.

When I woke up today I wasn't feeling too well. I looked at my computer and sure enough I had a two hour long run scheduled. Damn, I was hoping it was only going to be 1:40 or 1:50. I can tell you I REALLY wasn't looking forward to doing that run. I puttered around as long as I could to defer the run, but then eventually just went out and got it over with.

About 45 minutes into the run I was averaging an 8:38 pace. I was running up hills and into the wind, however I'm normally not THAT slow. I figured the late night shenanigans were catching up to me. I then told myself to not worry about the time, just relax, keep the heart rate low and enjoy the run. Which I did.

I was shocked to start seeing my average pace getting faster and faster. I guess that wind was bad. By the time I finished I had brought the average mile pace down to 8:08 per mile. I made up 30 seconds per mile. That was a good feeling, knowing you still got it after my second late night of debauchery.

By the time I got home, my brother was still in bed. Then he got up around 3 pm and had another two hour nap before Thanksgiving Dinner. That's when it hit me, I have an incredible Constitution. Forget about triathlons, but in real life partying, very few people I know can keep up with me. To bad I can't turn pro and make a living doing it.

All afternoon the house smelt like turkey and we had a great dinner. My Uncle Chuck from Toronto also joined us. This was our 5th Thanksgiving dinner together since we moved to Toronto. It was a really nice time and of course everyone ate way to much. Then it all ended downstairs at the bar. Again.

Long Run - 2:00:07 / 14:74 miles / 8:08 pace / 138 avg hr

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