Hangovers

Lets get this clear from the outset. I already know that hangovers and fitness are not fine bedfellows.  Just sometimes they collide accidentally and the aftermath  and, in fact, the duringmath (is that a word? If not it should be) is not pretty. Actually it's horrendous.
 Soooo I went wine tasting. I couldn't help it, it was a work thing.  I really had to go, honest!  I was only going to sip a couple and then it all went horribly wrong...we ended up in Goldbrick House drinking Bridget vespers ( I have cocktail named after me, cool huh!) and then other things and then it was 1am and everyone wanted to go to a club and finally about 4 hours too late the sensible voice in my head that must have been asleep or something, piped up and said " Bridge, you need to go to bed because you are up at 0630 for your swim fit class" doh!
My alarm went off at 0630 and I turned it off trying to think of reasons why it was a really good idea not to go. I didn't need to think very hard mainly because it hurt too much.  However I realised Mark Durnford, my swim coach, has my telephone number, and isn't afraid to use it, so I slowly and painfully dragged my still slightly shaky body to the pool. I tried not to breathe on Mark when I got there but I think he sussed me.  Oh boy did I get taught a lesson I won't forget in a hurry. Swimming and hangovers are a really terrible combination especially when you are doing timed, pyramid, interval swims ( I am seriously wondering whether he wandered past and saw me in the pub and planned the session especially).
I was hoping the physical exertion would eradicate the hangover as my old army buddies had sworn by a good long run after a night on the pop. However the b@stards didn't tell me that,while the process works, the pain that is involved is excruciating. Seriously I cannot advocate the 24 hour in bed recovery method strongly enough!  I'm pretty sure the evil Mark ( or as I like to call him, beast master) was chuckling gleefully under his professional, concerned exterior as I flailed around the pool like an epileptic tomato being electrocuted in a blender ( too many metaphors??)
Never, ever, EVER again...honest.  I mean it. Really.