Binge Drinking and Me
I went to a going away party last Saturday night and drank enough to have a hangover. While I had fun, I was planning on an enjoyable morning of trail-building and mountain biking on Sunday. I enjoyed both “events”, but it is obvious to me that mountain biking and digging trails is clearly more important to me than drinking myself stupid. By drinking on Saturday night, I just made the next day a much bigger challenge that it should have been, and in turn didn’t enjoy it anywhere near as much as I should have.
Over the last six months or so my drinking has declined more and more. Maybe I’m “growing up”, but I think my priorities have just shifted…
I have mentioned earlier that I’m not a very competitive person. I have no need to win an Elite race on my bike, but I love the idea of being fit enough to do so. Fitness is becoming more and more important to me, and I’m only really starting to learn this now.
Now I know everyone says “I’m never drinking again” after they have a big night of binge drinking – I’m not saying that. I think I’m just over the big nights. A couple of beers here and there are cool, but I don’t want to mess up my body’s hydration completely. My weekends are very important to me – the things that I live for are outside, in the hills just taking it all in. When I wake up with a hangover on a Sunday, the day is wasted and it will be another week until I get the chance to live again.
Now, avoiding the binge drinking sessions – that’s where the real challenge lies. Here goes!