Don’t Drink and Run (July 4th Weekend)

(Note: I am posting stuff that for some reason I did not get up earlier. There are a few more entries coming for July)

So all that stuff I have been reading about nutrition got thrown out this weekend. I started the weekend by biking from Waunakee to our campsite near Rio and back. Sounds good I easily packed on 80 plus miles. I barely got back when we needed to head off to my daughter’s concert for summer music camp…stuff down some nice fries and a burger from Culvers. Lesson 1: One of the great things about getting smaller is that it takes less food to fill me up. Hint: What I have discovered is that getting a kids meal really seems to do the trick for me. My meal came with a scoop of custard which I was able to use on the drive back to the campsite after the choral concert…I also purchased a chocolate chip cookie for the drive back too.

Saturday is the annual cook a turkey at camp day. The cooking started out with one of my favorite drinks Tanqueray and tonic with a squeeze of lime is refreshing on a hot day. Lesson 2: One of the great things about getting smaller is that it takes far less alcohol to have the same affect that it used to. Apparently about a fifth of gin later I started communicating via text messages with friends about my need for more Tanqueray. Thank goodness there was no one sympathetic to my plight. By the way my appetite was ravenous and I tried portions of everything including desserts. By the time clean-up had rolled around the food had offset the effects of the alcohol, however in combination with turkey it really makes one tired.

Sunday 5:30 am birds are singing lots of snoring in the surrounding tents. Maybe I should go for a run before everyone gets up. Great Idea! By 6:00 am I had stretched and consumed enough water to get me from camp to Rio, WI just over 5 miles away. Mile 1 doing really well the sun is coming up and shade is still covering the road. Mile 2-3, is it just me or is it getting warm. At approximately 4 miles I can see the faint outline of the water tower and a town through the heat waves coming off County Highway B. In just a few more minutes I will be enjoying some cool water over my head….it kinda smells out here a bit. You know there is not much open in a small community of God fearing people before 7 AM. There was a church that was opening up but I cannot imagine that a guy pouring sweat would be welcome…. And I could still smell that lousy odor from a mile back or so. So I turned around without consuming more water (who thinks this was a good idea?) and made my way back to camp.

Here is weekend Lesson 3: Drinking that much alcohol makes nasty stinky sweat, and you dehydrate faster and by the way you are completely delirious after about mile 7. Oh yea, I forgot I am pretty sure the temperature was around 100 or so (at least that’s my story), and the road tar was sticking to my shoes. By the time I got back to camp I had bonked big time. I got the hint from those standing upwind from me that perhaps I needed jump in the camp lake so I could be more refreshed. They wanted me to jump in with my cloths on however I thought it would be better to change into a swim suit first…..still haven’t found those shirt and shorts……