Vodka Buffet Strike Two

Waaaaay back at the beginning of my boxing training, I went to the gym completely hungover. Or maybe still intoxicated. It was around 1 or so in the afternoon on a Saturday. 

All I remember about that experience was that 1. Reggie, the trainer I was working with that day was laughing at me and 2. Every time I punched a bag, there was the slow build of an echo in my head as my arm floated through the air, then a resounding thud in inner depths of my brain as the punch landed. Followed by a little spinning motion and a slightly nauseous feeling. 

I'm afraid that this will happen again tonight at the gym. 

Damn you, vodka buffet!