I wish I could say my migraine was all gone when I woke on Monday but no such luck. It did ease up as the week progressed but I swear migraine brain made me feel stupid. And tired. Maybe it’s all because of allergies? My car is covered in a lovely yellow powder these days.
Monday- Nothing- The migraine was still lingering so after making it through work, I just headed home to rest, well after a stop at In n Out for dinner. 😛 Oh, wait I did attempt my PT exercises.
Tuesday- 3 miles I had tried sleep, ice packs, dark rooms, food (so much food), now it was time to try running out the headache. I almost quit less than 1/4 mile in. I felt like the top of my head was going to pop off and I was just walking. Perhaps a hat, headphones and 90* temps was a bit much all at once. I ran super slow and took breaks if I felt I needed a moment to chill on the path. By the end of the 3 miles I did feel a little better.
Wednesday- Rest My head felt better but I wasn’t going to push it and do too much too soon. Instead I took my parents to dinner and almost got run over in a parking lot cross walk. Nice.
Thursday- 3.15 miles My legs and head were not talking to each other. My legs apparently wanted to move but the rest of my body not so much. I kept telling myself to slow down but it wasn’t really working. Which was weird because I also finally understood the meaning of tight hips on this run. It sucks! I stopped my watch with a 1/4 mile to go and worked on squats, walking lunges, side steps and karaokes the rest of the way before stretching out.
Friday- Rest Oh good lord, a few squats and lunges on Thursday and I think I hurt worse the next day than I did after Big Sur. 🤣
Saturday- Mother’s Day Shopping– I spent the day shopping with my mother for Mother’s Day. No running but I definitely got my step count in!
Sunday- 7.16 miles The plan was for 6-10 miles as my first long run since the marathon 2 weeks ago. Except I slept so poorly and woke with a headache. I lay in bed from 6:30 to 9:30 trying to either force myself to get up to run or go back to sleep- neither worked. My brother took us to lunch and I was hoping food would help and I could squeeze in my run before dinner. Except after lunch and a short nap, I really did not want to run at all. I was feeling very Slacker like. But I forced myself to change and headed across to town to attempt a run.
I told myself a short run was better than nothing- 3 miles and I could go home. I started out and just kept going forward. At the turn around point for a 3 mile run, I kept going, I wasn’t happy but kept going. At mile 2.5 I had to stop and lose my top layer, I was way overdressed for the temp but I kept going. Not only was I still running but once again my legs were writing checks that the rest of me wasn’t keen on paying. However, I mostly let them do their thing and took walk breaks when my lungs pointed out my foolishness. Which they did more than once…more like each mile. However, I was somehow turning out my fastest 7 miler in over 2 years and I have no idea where it came from and I was actually feeling pretty good. In an effort to be at least slightly smart I called the run at 7 miles. Less than the original plane but more than I had been feeling!
13.34 miles for the week. If I didn’t have a half in 3 weeks, I would say hell yeah to that mileage post Big Sur. But I do, so I am slightly nervous. Oh and I did more squats and lunges Friday through Sunday- can I keep it up?
How was your week?
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