Dangers of dehydration

Dave
Originally uploaded by darenpackham.

I got off the plane on a sunny afternoon in England, caught the train home to my small flat and made a phone call to meet a couple of friends n the pub. This turned out to be most of my friends actually and I was substatially over served at the bar.

On the following morning I had arranged to meet David for a run accross the fields. This is something that I totally enjoy but upon waking up. I discovered that someone had broken into my apartment, made a huge mess, put something nasty tasting in my mouth and stolen all of my money.

"Dave mate I can't run with you this morning!"
"But Daren its so beautiful out and I am all ready to go"
" Damn. You are right.,.OK give me half an hour, I'm on my way"

And so it was that we were running in the mud accross beautiful English countryside chatting and enjoying the morning air. I was jet lagged, hung over and now running up to my ankles in mud.

This is a picture of David after the run, where is the water?