When I was in college, I very rarely got hung over. Most days, I did not have to worry about being hung over to begin with because I did not usually drink a lot of alcohol at once. I was more of a, “have a beer with dinner” sort of person, and I still am. On race days, however, sometimes I drank a little more than I probably should have. After busting my hump in the race, and then riding the team van back to school, and not eating enough it was very easy to drink more than was necessarily good for you. For some reason, we always had parties those nights as well, and more alcohol seemed to be consumed than I necessarily remembered drinking. But, “quarter to eight, don’t be late” was our motto for Sunday run, and you had to show up. There was no choice. The question, then, was how did I avoid being hungover every week? Because I did.
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