That's the question I had occasion to ask myself last night. "What would Nytro do?"
Memo to self: if you find yourself asking that question, be afraid. Be very afraid.
You see, because of the nature of the type of law that I practice, I don't have occasion to travel that much or to engage in client/business-related boondoggles. In fact, I am pretty much confined to my office where I wear an ankle bracelet and am rarely permitted any human contact.
But, this week, the firm had a retreat for the group of partners of which I am a part, involving two days at a resort with free food of the decadent and heavy variety, free drinks of the premium alcohol variety, and a hospitality suite.
Don't get me wrong; it wasn't all debauchery. I rolled out for a hilly six mile run yesterday morning, and rode a very hilly 30 mile ride with colleagues in the afternoon heat. I was also in bed by 11 o'clock.
HOWEVAH, there was that interval between 6 and 11 in which I consumed more free alcohol in a day than I typically consume in a lightweight, former teetotaller fortnight.
I was having fun, making business connections, and after all, "what would Nytro do?" Nytro would raise the flag high and get her mojito on.
But then this morning I tried to roll out to go to the gym for a strength workout.
Is this what they call an offseason?
I hate everyone.