It was bound to happen, I finally missed one of the workouts in my two-fer schedule (the after work run). A few drinks with good company will always come first for me.
I'm not exactly worried about this becoming a slippery slope (as one of my co-workers joked), but swimming in the morning after drinking isn't going to be the most fun in the world. Actually my main concern is that since I've started working out it's actually harder for me to sleep, because the physical exhaustion no longer overwhelms the beehive of activity that seems to be all up in my mental grill. Last night I kept waking up during a slideshow dream, in which I pictured moments from my day, people from the past, and motion captures of me doing menial daily chores.
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