Some people wake up the morning after to find an emotional text conversation with their ex.
Some people wake up the morning after in a strange room with an unknown bedfellow.
And this is all fine. You can't undo it, but it's over. In general a Berocca, facial scrub, swift number deletion, awkward coffee and, at worst, STI test will make it all go away.
(I should point out that my 'night before' is usually a sober affair. So I don't even have an excuse)
Races I've no idea if I can complete. Races I have to get up at 4am to travel to. Races that require owning kit I currently don't (notably a BICYCLE) Races that require training, endless social life squashing training.
"CONGRATULATIONS" they declare.
"What the feck" I think, wearily adding the dates to my calendar. Trying to figure out the logic of past Zoe when she signed future Zoe up for this pain.
Sometimes I double book, like last year when I signed up for a 2016 marathon, then realised I was busy that day. One email later and I received the reply:
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR ENTRY TO THE 2017 BLACKPOOL MARATHON
I am running a marathon in 2017.....I'll need to be fit enough to still run marathons in 2017. This is seriously going to interfere with my "sitting on the sofa eating biscuits" plan!
On Christmas Day I signed up to swim the Firth of Forth.....that's 1.4 miles....and I've worn a wetsuit exactly once in my life......what's the worst that could happen?
And New Years Day.....well at 6am I deliriously signed up for my first ULTRA MARATHON (D33).....THIRTY THREE WHOLE MILES......IN ABERDEEN.....
Having downloaded the training plan I apparently should be 8 weeks in already. And one of the TRAINING runs is .2 short of a marathon. With no medal. Or cheerleaders. Or scouts handing me water!
And then at the end of it all I have to run THIRTY THREE WHOLE MILES. That's quite a long way in a car, let alone on legs!
So in the spirit of committing to things willy nilly, I thought I'd start blogging about my training (note I'm postponing my 18 mile run until this evening to write this #cunningwaytoeatbiscuits) I'd love to hear from Ultra runners. Old hands and scared newbies, chaps and lassies, speedy cheetahs and plodding sloths.
So.....if you think your hangover is bad at least it will be over before 2017, and I'd bet it'll involve less cash, tears, nausea, emotional texts and strange beds than your misjudged dalliances.