October 18th 2020
Today I probably shouldn’t have gone for a run, but did so anyway. I am/was very, very hungover. I’ve not eaten all day because I can’t stomach the thought of food, and I’ve not had anything to drink because I can’t keep it down.
As such, I am weak, and dehydrated, but still went for a run anyway. There was a brief moment at 3k in where I had to stop and walk for a little bit because I felt dizzy, and as such my 5k run was the slowest I’ve done in a long time.
It took over 30 minutes, when usually it takes under 25.
Still, though, I went, and the streak remains. 168 days now. 24 weeks of 5k every day.
Until tomorrow, today’s was the hardest so far.