Nope, not a running post...not yet!
Alex and I had the chance to go to a Colt's game via his generous boss who gave us tickets. The group we were sitting with was about 20 strong and included mainly people I did not know. I knew a few though. The Indianapolis Colts played the Jacksonville Jaguars. I am not going to recount the game itself, just the experience of attending...
Alex and I parked at his parents' and walked to Lucas Oil Stadium - about 1 mile. The streets were crowded, tailgating was in full swing, and although the Colts have not won a single game this year, there was not a soul in sight who wasn't wearing blue and white. As we approached the stadium, a man on a bull horn was shouting in a thick southern accent, "Welcome to Lucas Oil Stadium - shorter lines to the left." I, however, thought he was saying 'borderlines' to the left - Alex set me straight. It is impossible not to notice all the people asking for donations around the stadium. There were homeless people, cheerleading groups, school groups, charities, ect...I had no cash, but would have needed at least ten one dollar bills in order to give to everyone I walked by.
We had to wait a bit to meet up with everyone and get our tickets. I met and shook hands with all the people in our group. My favorite was a boy about 4th grade or so - he reminded me or me when I was his age. He was slightly shy, but polite. his Dad immediately told everyone that he was in the Indianapolis Boys' Choir, to which he quickly corrected, "there are girls in it too, DAD!" Alex asked if he had any Holiday shows coming up. He told us 2, and spared no detail :) I asked him about sports and he said he gave up basketball to do choir and spellbowl - a kid after my own heart! Then he articulately told about his upcoming spellbowl meet and although he was only the 2nd alternate he was expected to practice the words. There was more to the story, but I'll cut it short. It was adorable how excited about being the 2nd alternate on his spellbowl team he was. Throughout the game, I wanted to to talk to him more, but I never got to. I did figure out who he reminded me of (besides myself) - Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory! He looked like Sheldon from 4th grade!
Once inside the stadium, the crowd just got tighter. If I had a child, I would have been death gripping him/her. We got a coffee ($5.50 - robbery). We got to our seats and I just took in the stadium - its massive!
If I am not going to recount the game, this post is about over...but there is one last topic to discuss...the Colts Cheerleaders...Holy Moly. Skanktastic is the best word to describe them. After what I saw, I doubt I would ever let a daughter of mine be a cheerleader. DIE-SCUSTING. Seriously. That's all I have to say about that.
If only Peyton was still playing and the Colts actually had a shot...maybe next year with a little Luck! ;)
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
I performed minor surgery...on myself!
Remember on LOST when Jack was going to remove his own appendix or something? Well...I removed a good portion of my feet! (Ewww, I know.)
I'm walking normal, I've ran a few steps through parking lots and to cross streets here and there since Saturday. I think a short run is on the books for soon! Of course, I will be taking Kenda - she's 1 year old now! Her birthday was November 8th and we celebrated by taking her on a long walk and to the dog park (Alex took her) and we got her a new Kong toy :) And we let her stay up past her bedtime of 9:30 :)
We are putting our Christmas tree up this weekend (!!) Alex would like to wait, but I want to put it up! It is our first Christmas in our new house and I would like to enjoy the decorations through all of the holidays.
For now though, continued rest and recovery...
I'm walking normal, I've ran a few steps through parking lots and to cross streets here and there since Saturday. I think a short run is on the books for soon! Of course, I will be taking Kenda - she's 1 year old now! Her birthday was November 8th and we celebrated by taking her on a long walk and to the dog park (Alex took her) and we got her a new Kong toy :) And we let her stay up past her bedtime of 9:30 :)
We are putting our Christmas tree up this weekend (!!) Alex would like to wait, but I want to put it up! It is our first Christmas in our new house and I would like to enjoy the decorations through all of the holidays.
For now though, continued rest and recovery...
Monday, November 7, 2011
2011 Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon Race Report: Dang Feet!
Long time, no blog. I've been busy...
This post will contain a recounting of my first half marathon experience, nothing less, maybe a little more. Soon to come: a training update, a report on the 2011 Hilly Hundred, and more Kenda, Alex, dog park, running, life, Christmas decorating, ect...
Saturday was race day. It was chilly, dark, and crowded at the start. I had imagined what a few thousand people would be like, but experiencing it is something else. I lost my friend before the race even started. I was walking up and down the sidewalk looking for her about 5 minutes before the start only to realize that there were metal barricades between the sidewalks and the race participants..."uhhh, I need to be over there?" Without giving away all the embarrassing details, I made it into the corral. Metal barricades, pfffft!
The "Go" was totally lame. It was literally like this: "on your mark, get set, GOOOOOO!" I was like, what are we, 4 years old? Anyways, then came the shuffle to the actual start line (when there are thousands of people, you can't just take off). I just walked, others oddly jogged - I was ready though. My plan was a slow first mile. I did not want to get carried away and blow it on a quick first mile. This was easier than I expected, I would have had to bob and weave in order to run faster, which would have wasted energy...running along with everyone put me at 7:55 for my first mile, that worked, I would have even taken slower. Overall, my main goal was to break 1:45. In my heart of hearts, I wanted to average under 8 minutes per mile.
Miles 2-4 are a blur. They went by so. fast. The only detail to spell out is this: S. T. R. A. W. Straw. Read it and remember it if you are planning on running a long distance race.
**Let me tell a quick prefacing story: Friday night we went to Alex's parents house for dinner - Ellen made me fettuccine alfredo, my favorite. I planned on spending the night since they live about 5 minutes away from the start line. I had forgotten to pick up a straw, so I asked them if they had one. I received a couple confused looks and then the inevitable, "what do you need a straw for?" I explained and Bob went to a coffee shop around the corner and picked up muffins for breakfast and an assortment of straws - all shapes and sizes. I love them so much!**
A single straw cut in half made my race better. Hold a straw with you and at water stations, drinking is cake. I learned this from a fellow Bedfordite (I'm telling you, that place is crawling with high class endurance athletes - I saw 3 of them while running on Saturday!) At the first water station I took water (the 2nd station) I did not have my straw out of my pocket - so I took the cup, continued moving, and tried to drink. I sputtered, coughed, and coughed, and threw the cup, and coughed...sigh. Then I got my straw out and thought to myself, "I am going to hold this dang thing the entire race." Needless to say, after that I was well hydrated :) NOTE: cut the straw in half so its easier to hold and carry the other half with you - I dropped my straw at one point, but had the other half in my pocket so I was ok for the rest of the race.
Mile 2: 8:04
Mile 3: 7:46
Mile 4: 7:51
Miles 5-9 were slightly different for me. I really felt myself getting into a groove. I thought about holding my pace, about relaxing my upper body, about my stride, and about the pain that was creeping into my knee. Now, I believe myself to have a higher than normal pain tolerance, but who wants to run on a pained knee for 9 miles. It was tolerable, I was holding on easily - feeling strong.
Mile 5: 7:55
Mile 6: 7:48
Mile 7: 7:47
Mile 8: 7:51
Mile 9: 7:53
Then it happened. My dang feet gave up on me. By that I mean I developed blisters I could feel at each and every foot strike. Terrible. I'll spare you the gory details, but seriously, I mangled my feet. It is something I wasn't expecting at all. I worried about my knees, lungs, cramping, and ability to keep going, but not my feet. In all honesty, I developed this issue during mile 9, but at mile 10 I was really feeling it. I have never been more uncomfortable running in all my life. I prayed for them to hold out for the duration of the race. Looking back, I will take it as a blessing. When I run my first marathon and I am at mile 22, my quads will be screaming. I will be thinking (hopefully) at least the skin on the bottom of my feet is still intact (sorry to any queasy readers). I really will think that, its a fact. And the bonus: I wasn't even feeling my knee pain anymore, just my feet.
So, with every step being a struggle, I was faced with one of my biggest worries...this little voice in the back of my head started in: "you could just stop and adjust your shoes, maybe that would help," "you could walk a few steps, it might help,"you could stop, you don't want to injure yourself." NO - I'll keep going, thank you for your concern.
Mile 10: 7:59
Mile 11: 8:08
The end. Just kidding! Mile 12 took the longest to get to. I thought I was never going to get to the mile marker. It was here that the rest of my body really started feeling the implications of running this far. As I passed mile 11, 12, ect I was able to say to myself..."hey! you have never ran this far at once before!" It was exciting, and as every stride was painful, excitement was what I needed. But, as I was saying, the rest of my body...my abdomen was getting tired and my pace was accordion-ing, I wanted to be done. BUT. A very large and important BUT. But I was enjoying it immensely. Stupid feet.
Mile 12: 8:13
At this point I was thinking about what I was going to be thinking later in the day when I thought back on the race - ya follow? I knew I had to give it all I had. Everything. Leave it out there - or I'd beat myself up. I was doing good, I could meet my goal. I felt ok physically. AHHH if my feet didn't feel like they might fall off I could kick. But no, I was stuck feeling every. single. painful. step. Its a blessing, Jenna, a blessing...*through clenched teeth*
Mile 13: 8:06
I had managed to pick it up slightly. I was ready to be done.
Then I saw it, the finish. Yes.
Final time: 1:45:35
If it wasn't for my dang feet, under 1:45 would have been easy. EASY. So now, I have to figure out what happened and how to avoid it next time. I learned an unbelievable amount about racing, running, and myself during this race. Straws are clutch for proper hydration. Not training much during the month leading up to a big race is something I will regret. I will always wonder how quick my debut half marathon could have been - if only I had ran more consistent in October. And most importantly, I learned that I will never give up during a race. Ever. Maybe I already knew that though.
The end of the race was blissful. I will never take one of those aluminum blanket things, no way. There was so much food and all I wanted was water - I was not even a tiny bit hungry. There were a lot of people. I wanted my medal. I wanted to get to my husband. I wanted to leave the crowd. I wanted to sit!
All in all, I had a great time. I am already pushing up my next half marathon to about 2 months from now. I want to do this for real and see what I'm capable of. It is exciting. The only problem: right now I can hardly walk...
This post will contain a recounting of my first half marathon experience, nothing less, maybe a little more. Soon to come: a training update, a report on the 2011 Hilly Hundred, and more Kenda, Alex, dog park, running, life, Christmas decorating, ect...
Saturday was race day. It was chilly, dark, and crowded at the start. I had imagined what a few thousand people would be like, but experiencing it is something else. I lost my friend before the race even started. I was walking up and down the sidewalk looking for her about 5 minutes before the start only to realize that there were metal barricades between the sidewalks and the race participants..."uhhh, I need to be over there?" Without giving away all the embarrassing details, I made it into the corral. Metal barricades, pfffft!
The "Go" was totally lame. It was literally like this: "on your mark, get set, GOOOOOO!" I was like, what are we, 4 years old? Anyways, then came the shuffle to the actual start line (when there are thousands of people, you can't just take off). I just walked, others oddly jogged - I was ready though. My plan was a slow first mile. I did not want to get carried away and blow it on a quick first mile. This was easier than I expected, I would have had to bob and weave in order to run faster, which would have wasted energy...running along with everyone put me at 7:55 for my first mile, that worked, I would have even taken slower. Overall, my main goal was to break 1:45. In my heart of hearts, I wanted to average under 8 minutes per mile.
Miles 2-4 are a blur. They went by so. fast. The only detail to spell out is this: S. T. R. A. W. Straw. Read it and remember it if you are planning on running a long distance race.
**Let me tell a quick prefacing story: Friday night we went to Alex's parents house for dinner - Ellen made me fettuccine alfredo, my favorite. I planned on spending the night since they live about 5 minutes away from the start line. I had forgotten to pick up a straw, so I asked them if they had one. I received a couple confused looks and then the inevitable, "what do you need a straw for?" I explained and Bob went to a coffee shop around the corner and picked up muffins for breakfast and an assortment of straws - all shapes and sizes. I love them so much!**
A single straw cut in half made my race better. Hold a straw with you and at water stations, drinking is cake. I learned this from a fellow Bedfordite (I'm telling you, that place is crawling with high class endurance athletes - I saw 3 of them while running on Saturday!) At the first water station I took water (the 2nd station) I did not have my straw out of my pocket - so I took the cup, continued moving, and tried to drink. I sputtered, coughed, and coughed, and threw the cup, and coughed...sigh. Then I got my straw out and thought to myself, "I am going to hold this dang thing the entire race." Needless to say, after that I was well hydrated :) NOTE: cut the straw in half so its easier to hold and carry the other half with you - I dropped my straw at one point, but had the other half in my pocket so I was ok for the rest of the race.
Mile 2: 8:04
Mile 3: 7:46
Mile 4: 7:51
Miles 5-9 were slightly different for me. I really felt myself getting into a groove. I thought about holding my pace, about relaxing my upper body, about my stride, and about the pain that was creeping into my knee. Now, I believe myself to have a higher than normal pain tolerance, but who wants to run on a pained knee for 9 miles. It was tolerable, I was holding on easily - feeling strong.
Mile 5: 7:55
Mile 6: 7:48
Mile 7: 7:47
Mile 8: 7:51
Mile 9: 7:53
Then it happened. My dang feet gave up on me. By that I mean I developed blisters I could feel at each and every foot strike. Terrible. I'll spare you the gory details, but seriously, I mangled my feet. It is something I wasn't expecting at all. I worried about my knees, lungs, cramping, and ability to keep going, but not my feet. In all honesty, I developed this issue during mile 9, but at mile 10 I was really feeling it. I have never been more uncomfortable running in all my life. I prayed for them to hold out for the duration of the race. Looking back, I will take it as a blessing. When I run my first marathon and I am at mile 22, my quads will be screaming. I will be thinking (hopefully) at least the skin on the bottom of my feet is still intact (sorry to any queasy readers). I really will think that, its a fact. And the bonus: I wasn't even feeling my knee pain anymore, just my feet.
So, with every step being a struggle, I was faced with one of my biggest worries...this little voice in the back of my head started in: "you could just stop and adjust your shoes, maybe that would help," "you could walk a few steps, it might help,"you could stop, you don't want to injure yourself." NO - I'll keep going, thank you for your concern.
Mile 10: 7:59
Mile 11: 8:08
The end. Just kidding! Mile 12 took the longest to get to. I thought I was never going to get to the mile marker. It was here that the rest of my body really started feeling the implications of running this far. As I passed mile 11, 12, ect I was able to say to myself..."hey! you have never ran this far at once before!" It was exciting, and as every stride was painful, excitement was what I needed. But, as I was saying, the rest of my body...my abdomen was getting tired and my pace was accordion-ing, I wanted to be done. BUT. A very large and important BUT. But I was enjoying it immensely. Stupid feet.
Mile 12: 8:13
At this point I was thinking about what I was going to be thinking later in the day when I thought back on the race - ya follow? I knew I had to give it all I had. Everything. Leave it out there - or I'd beat myself up. I was doing good, I could meet my goal. I felt ok physically. AHHH if my feet didn't feel like they might fall off I could kick. But no, I was stuck feeling every. single. painful. step. Its a blessing, Jenna, a blessing...*through clenched teeth*
Mile 13: 8:06
I had managed to pick it up slightly. I was ready to be done.
Then I saw it, the finish. Yes.
Final time: 1:45:35
If it wasn't for my dang feet, under 1:45 would have been easy. EASY. So now, I have to figure out what happened and how to avoid it next time. I learned an unbelievable amount about racing, running, and myself during this race. Straws are clutch for proper hydration. Not training much during the month leading up to a big race is something I will regret. I will always wonder how quick my debut half marathon could have been - if only I had ran more consistent in October. And most importantly, I learned that I will never give up during a race. Ever. Maybe I already knew that though.
The end of the race was blissful. I will never take one of those aluminum blanket things, no way. There was so much food and all I wanted was water - I was not even a tiny bit hungry. There were a lot of people. I wanted my medal. I wanted to get to my husband. I wanted to leave the crowd. I wanted to sit!
All in all, I had a great time. I am already pushing up my next half marathon to about 2 months from now. I want to do this for real and see what I'm capable of. It is exciting. The only problem: right now I can hardly walk...
Thursday, October 13, 2011
"Long legs! Must be a runner..."
It did rain allllll day, but cleared for a little 4-miler this evening. I should have gone further, but I didn't get started soon enough and a 6-miler would have put me into dusk. And I took a friend with me that probably shouldn't run 6 miles yet (Kenda Roo!). For those of you who don't know, Kenda is our puppy. She is almost 1, but I will still call her a puppy...probably forever. She's a red doberman and quite beautiful, but I'm a bit biased. Her full name is Kenda Roo Frist, but she goes by lots of names:
She did well, like she always does. She looks up at me like, "Can we please go faster?" She runs beside me without much effort on my part until she sees another animal, whether it be a dog, a cat, a squirrel, or a chipmunk. When she sees an animal, she goes for it! This is bad because she is strong and pulls me forward. Don't get me wrong, I can gain control back quickly, but its just that initial jolt that really interrupts the run. Also, if its another dog out on the trail, she wants to try to play with it (she is super friendly, such a social butterfly!). While out for the run, she almost pulled me into a guy that was out walking his dog. It is a problem, I need to anticipate this tug and adjust before she goes for it!
Anyways, I was under 8 minutes per mile at 2, and finished up averaging 8:05 per mile so I think I did pretty well. Given the stop and go with Kenda, I will call that about 8 minute average :) It was fairly easy, although I was incredibly sweaty. My legs felt good, my lungs felt pretty good...I am so excited for my race! I need to think of a better way to put that into words or people that do read this blog (all 2 of you!) are going to quit reading cause all I ever say is that I am excited for my race!
In order to keep you coming back for more, I will write more about Kenda:
At almost 2 miles, a guy rode by on his bike. I could hear him behind me say, "Long legs! Must be a runner..." In my head I was thinking, "umm, creepy, but flattering, so thank y...he means Kenda." Sure enough, he went by looking at her and smiling at her. She KNEW he was adoring her and she jumped up ever so slightly (and adorably) and licked at his hand as he went by. I am convinced that she knows what she is doing and does it for attention. Whenever Alex and I have Kenda out on a walk, she gets so. many. compliments! She's beautiful! Awww! Such a pretty puppy! How cute! And on. and on. and on. I swear, if I was looking my absolute best on the Monon Trail with Kenda, SHE would get the compliments! But, that's ok, she IS so pretty! :)
I'm sure I will include more Kenda anecdotes after she turns 1 because then I will take her running with me more often! I am so excited to have her as a running partner :)
After the run was dinner: grilled garlic & peppercorn marinated pork tenderloin, oven roasted carrots and cauliflower, and quinoa. I love my husband more than words can express (and not just because he is an excellent cook/master griller-but that sure is a bonus!)
After dinner was TV: Chopped, The Office, and Whitney. I must say, The Office was excellent last night! Jim's book was classic Jim/Dwight and I am glad that aspect of the show is back (at least for 1 episode).
- Kenda
- Kenda Roo
- Kenda Roo Frist - when she's in trouble
- Kenda-Wenda, or just Wenda
- Roo
- Roogie-Poogie, or just Roogie (we don't call her just Poogie, ha!)
- Aroogala
- Pretty
- Sweetie-Petey, or just Petey
- Honey Bunny
She did well, like she always does. She looks up at me like, "Can we please go faster?" She runs beside me without much effort on my part until she sees another animal, whether it be a dog, a cat, a squirrel, or a chipmunk. When she sees an animal, she goes for it! This is bad because she is strong and pulls me forward. Don't get me wrong, I can gain control back quickly, but its just that initial jolt that really interrupts the run. Also, if its another dog out on the trail, she wants to try to play with it (she is super friendly, such a social butterfly!). While out for the run, she almost pulled me into a guy that was out walking his dog. It is a problem, I need to anticipate this tug and adjust before she goes for it!
Anyways, I was under 8 minutes per mile at 2, and finished up averaging 8:05 per mile so I think I did pretty well. Given the stop and go with Kenda, I will call that about 8 minute average :) It was fairly easy, although I was incredibly sweaty. My legs felt good, my lungs felt pretty good...I am so excited for my race! I need to think of a better way to put that into words or people that do read this blog (all 2 of you!) are going to quit reading cause all I ever say is that I am excited for my race!
In order to keep you coming back for more, I will write more about Kenda:
At almost 2 miles, a guy rode by on his bike. I could hear him behind me say, "Long legs! Must be a runner..." In my head I was thinking, "umm, creepy, but flattering, so thank y...he means Kenda." Sure enough, he went by looking at her and smiling at her. She KNEW he was adoring her and she jumped up ever so slightly (and adorably) and licked at his hand as he went by. I am convinced that she knows what she is doing and does it for attention. Whenever Alex and I have Kenda out on a walk, she gets so. many. compliments! She's beautiful! Awww! Such a pretty puppy! How cute! And on. and on. and on. I swear, if I was looking my absolute best on the Monon Trail with Kenda, SHE would get the compliments! But, that's ok, she IS so pretty! :)
I'm sure I will include more Kenda anecdotes after she turns 1 because then I will take her running with me more often! I am so excited to have her as a running partner :)
After the run was dinner: grilled garlic & peppercorn marinated pork tenderloin, oven roasted carrots and cauliflower, and quinoa. I love my husband more than words can express (and not just because he is an excellent cook/master griller-but that sure is a bonus!)
After dinner was TV: Chopped, The Office, and Whitney. I must say, The Office was excellent last night! Jim's book was classic Jim/Dwight and I am glad that aspect of the show is back (at least for 1 episode).
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Here come the hills...
This weekend Alex and I will complete the Hilly Hundred! It is a 100 mile bike route split over 2 days that includes lots 'o hills! Notice I say complete not compete - it will be a feat just to get through it. Last year I only rode on Saturday (which was 56 miles). I bonked at about 40 meaning the last 16 miles were absolutely terrible for me. I wasn't in shape, so I feel more confident that I can make it this year. I plan on completing both days with Alex :) I will undoubtedly blog about it.
Tonight was 6 miles. I did it around 8:45 pace - some miles a little over, some a little under. It felt good after about 3. At about 2.5 I was thinking, "oh my gosh, I have to run 13.1 miles soon and 2.5 is a job...I am going to have to rethink my goal!" But I do not think I will. I'm feeling good about trying for a 7:45 average pace (really, 7:45, like on the dot each mile). I would much rather hurt during the race and meet my goal, at least come close, than run slower and feel better but not meet my goal. I'm an endurance athlete, what's a little pain?
With Garmin, I hope to succeed in hitting my splits. If we ever get a boy dog, I think I might have to name him Garmin.
Tomorrow looks like rain, hoping it will hold off so I can get another 6 in!
Tonight was 6 miles. I did it around 8:45 pace - some miles a little over, some a little under. It felt good after about 3. At about 2.5 I was thinking, "oh my gosh, I have to run 13.1 miles soon and 2.5 is a job...I am going to have to rethink my goal!" But I do not think I will. I'm feeling good about trying for a 7:45 average pace (really, 7:45, like on the dot each mile). I would much rather hurt during the race and meet my goal, at least come close, than run slower and feel better but not meet my goal. I'm an endurance athlete, what's a little pain?
With Garmin, I hope to succeed in hitting my splits. If we ever get a boy dog, I think I might have to name him Garmin.
Tomorrow looks like rain, hoping it will hold off so I can get another 6 in!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Migraine in my Brain
I finally got motivated to run Monday after work. I knew it wouldn't feel smooth, let alone easy, but I was actually looking forward to it. I set out chatting along with my friend and we were under 8 minute pace for mile 1. We were slightly over for 2, and I needed to stretch. We stopped for 5 minutes or so then continued on. Soon after we started up again I started feeling off. I was almost shivery- not good while running. I told her and quickly agreed when she said it was ok with her to turn around (we had barely gone another 0.2 miles). We walked a bit and it happened - I started to get the aura. Some "migrainers" will understand what I mean. My vision was screwing up and it only meant one thing...a migraine. The aura lasts about 5-10 minutes, then its on to the headache. We walked all 2.2 miles back...
This was terrible news for me. This sealed my fate for the entire evening (and the next day). I had my friend drive me home because I was squinting even with my sunglasses on. Another sucky migraine symptom that I get is sensitivity to light. When I got home, I slumped over on the couch and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes. Then I decided I needed to shower because I was pretty sweaty. I was feeling pretty terrible and the ache in my head was also in my eyes - my eyes were hurting. I got straight in bed and was able to fall asleep. I slept til about 8:45PM when I got up to eat. I went back to bed around 10:30 and slept til 8:30AM. When I woke up, my head/eyes felt normal - Thank God!
That is not the end of a migraine for me though...it couldn't be that simple! The day after I have one, I have a single spot on my head, near the front, that remains tender. If I move around too much, that spot will really hurt. If I stand up to quickly, that awful place will become painful. It only lasts seconds, but it deters me from too much movement the day after a migraine. I obviously did not run. I did walk over to the dog park with Alex and Kenda though, that went fine.
I hope to get over this and not have another one...well, ever!
*If you do get migraines with aura, talk to your doctor...it puts you (and me) at a much higher risk for stroke.
This was terrible news for me. This sealed my fate for the entire evening (and the next day). I had my friend drive me home because I was squinting even with my sunglasses on. Another sucky migraine symptom that I get is sensitivity to light. When I got home, I slumped over on the couch and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes. Then I decided I needed to shower because I was pretty sweaty. I was feeling pretty terrible and the ache in my head was also in my eyes - my eyes were hurting. I got straight in bed and was able to fall asleep. I slept til about 8:45PM when I got up to eat. I went back to bed around 10:30 and slept til 8:30AM. When I woke up, my head/eyes felt normal - Thank God!
That is not the end of a migraine for me though...it couldn't be that simple! The day after I have one, I have a single spot on my head, near the front, that remains tender. If I move around too much, that spot will really hurt. If I stand up to quickly, that awful place will become painful. It only lasts seconds, but it deters me from too much movement the day after a migraine. I obviously did not run. I did walk over to the dog park with Alex and Kenda though, that went fine.
I hope to get over this and not have another one...well, ever!
*If you do get migraines with aura, talk to your doctor...it puts you (and me) at a much higher risk for stroke.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Wanted: Desire to Run
I need to run more. I am trailing off my pattern, and I know its not good. I want to post my September Round Up, but I don't have the motivation to type it up. What is going on?
I think about my race in a few weeks and my race in May and running marathon in the fall, but I don't think of wanting to run like I did earlier in training. Uhhhhhhhhh.
A little help?
I think about my race in a few weeks and my race in May and running marathon in the fall, but I don't think of wanting to run like I did earlier in training. Uhhhhhhhhh.
A little help?
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