The sales team from my company was out in Vegas for a bucks weekend, so I flew out and had dinner with Glenn and Jeff. BAD IDEA the night before going to fat camp. While I was pretty good at dinner ordering a simple snapper and veg, I drank. Alcohol.
Considering I have probably had about 10-15 drinks in the past year, my 3 or 4 on Sunday evening was enough to leave me with a hang over. And more importantly, I simply could not get up the hill for my hike this morning.
When I was here last month, I did the hike at a PB of 1:15.
Today, I did a Personal WORST of 1:45!
I know it was the alcohol.
The whole time I was walking up that hill, I was cursing Glenn and Jeff - it is a good think Glenn didn't come with me (I was trying to talk him into attending) as I would have kicked his bum! Hard!
Back to it!
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