... and with the eating, drinking and carousing, I should feel like shit except:
i) My lovely sister kept me on the straight and narrow re:food. Tortillas and salad are not really my cup of tea, but if the alternative is to make something myself, they'll do.
ii) I just ran quite well, despite my first real long Sunday run (only 10-11 miles, but you've gotta start somewhere). 54 minutes round the bakeries, feeling a little unsure around the middle but with a good strong finish. Dare I be confident? No. Theres too long to go now, and I know what a grind it can become.
Today, though, I'm positive.