Night of awesome = morning of shame
How to get back on track
Todd Colin Vaughan
You’re really tying one on tonight. The punishment for this glorious night is none other then 4 hours running on the track. Enjoy.
Okay, so a frothy brew ain’t your thing. How about everyone’s favourite triple-distilled migraine? Not to mention, from this editors point-of-view, the No. 1 way to end up in a dance off with the under-belly of the bar scene. Once you wake up in a strange place and collect yourself, take yourself to the pool and breaststroke for 75 minutes.
Someone in the group always has this flash of inspiration. Nothing is better than agave nectar to make a silly night even better. After your wingman pukes on the bouncer and you strike out with that cutie beside you, sleep it off and treat yourself to 90 minutes of weightlifting.
Yeah, that was an awesome idea. Having a burger that doubles as breakfast. Especially at 2:00 a.m. Once you’re off of the three-hour morning toilet adventure, you can treat yourself to an hour of squash to kill the guilt. Oh yeah, bring your friend who had three samplers as well.
So you’re with your buddies. You’ve been sitting around the house watching Kevin Smith movies for eight hours and it hits you. What we really need is the convenient store’s most famous gift to the lazy, faux-Mexican logs of awesome. They will be heaven now but in the evening you can get to the gym and take an hour-long Zumba class to groove out all that cheddar-baked perfection.
Total Calories consumed =
Total Hours in the gym =
8 hours, 45 minutes