Quarantine erased socializing at bars which has made me drink less alcohol. This may not come as a surprise, but when I drink less, I run more. This chart is a monthly total of the amount of alcoholic drinks I consume a month vs the amount of miles I run.
Putting in 125 miles for a month is insane for me. That’s 30 a week and I don’t think I’ve done that many since high school. Unfortunately, putting in that many miles at the age of 36 injured my Achilles. The drop off in May, June, and July was nursing the injury. I could never run more than 1 day in a row and even then I was limiting the miles. You can see that I tried to pick it up again in August but it was to no avail. I’m still struggling with the injury and any time I go over board on a work out, I’m feeling it bad the next day.
I wish I could say that the injury was the only reason the #’s decreased, but look at how the amount of alcoholic drinks doesn’t correlate nicely with the miles. This is fairly obvious when considering waking up at 7am on a Sunday going for a run instead of 10am wondering where the toilet is.
I’m sure you’d expect this paragraph to laud clean living but I didn’t notice that much of a positive change in well being. You can manage alcohol intake without blacking out and feel fine. April was not the best month of my life even though the drinks were the least for this month. Frankly, these past couple months have been the most frustrating and worst months with the way humanity is behaving.
No real purpose of this post other than to show the effects of quarantine. Different? Yes. Better? Hard to say.