I never really drink anymore. Really. I have a glass of wine now and then, but even those have become fewer and farther between. I was a little nervous as to how my body was going to react this weekend. After Saturday night, Sunday could have been ugly. And I hate flying anyway, so the thought of doing it hungover was making me feel sick on it's own. I'm not sure how it happened, but I didn't have an ounce of a hangover. I was tired and my legs were super sore from our run and then dancing all night, but I felt fine other than that. I was actually even able to get up around 7 and go for a run to sweat out whatever was left in my system.
Not that I have any plans to go out hard again anytime soon, but it's a little comforting to know that I can do it every now and then without completely wrecking myself!
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