a lesson learnt - running
Yesterday, I made the grand old mistake of catching up with an old friend; the heady combination of the first spring rays of much awaited UK sunshine and the joyous walks through Hyde park led me to consume more than one beer. I barely had more than one beer, but my body let me know I was 30 very well this morning - poor sleep, heart pounding clear in my chest.
The only thing that fixed it was continuing my streak of running 5K everyday. I managed to PB a "slow run", if there is even such a thing. When I got back, I felt a new man. Once you get used to cardio, you think how did I live before without it?