We had friends over on Saturday night. Nothing too serious, just a group of friends hanging out and smoking the hookah (note: it’s a tobacco pipe) and listening to the “Rump Shaker” station on Pandora which lead to awesome dance parties in the living room. Including one of me in the Batman Snuggie. No, there isn’t a photo of it. sorry…
ANYWAY – Half way through the night, I realized that my head was starting to hurt. No bother, I went and grabbed my Advil since Brian didn’t fill my prescriptions for me and took three of them. I didn’t think anything of it, but I did mention it to Brian. He asked what could be causing it, and I shrugged it off.
Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up to the worst pain in my head that I had felt in almost seven months. There were lights flashing before my closed eyes, a soreness that made moving my head almost impossible, and muscle tension in a way I had never felt before. It felt like the muscle over my head (maybe that they had moved?) was tight and needed to be released, tension wise. Brian didn’t even move when I tried to wake him up, so I hobbled to get an ice pack. I slept on one for a little while, but it warmed quickly and I had to do something different. So a hot shower it was. I started the shower, and kept the bathroom light OFF. It was a little after six when I did that, and that was what woke Brian up.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m in full migraine mode,” I said softly.
“What!?” he said louder. I repeated myself, he nodded and closed the door. I sat in the shower until the hot water was gone. I then got back into bed and tried to sleep more. It wasn’t happening, so I got up and took half of my narcotic pain killers. Only half because they always make me sick to my stomach and I just didn’t want to be throwing up AND having a migraine. At some point, Brian made his way out of the bedroom because when I woke up to take the second half of the pill I was alone. I remember walking out of the bedroom about that point in time.
“What are you doing up?” Brian asked me when I got to the kitchen.
“What time does the race start?” I asked softly, walking up to give him a hug. He returned my hug with one arm since he was doing dishes.
“Three. Go back to bed,” he said. I frowned.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked (because logically he was mad at me for having a headache. totally logical)
“No. Go to bed,” he said. And I did. I went away again for a few more hours. When I got out of bed, I was hungry and achy. It was quiet so I wasn’t sure if Brian was even still in the room. I put on some sweats because I was freezing, and then I walked out of the bedroom. He was there, playing Angry Birds Space and eating pita chips with bacon cheese dip from the party the night before. So I went to the kitchen, got a cup of Pepsi (from the party) and the bag of potato chips (also from the party, we don’t usually keep this stuff in the house) and sat down and slowly started eating to make sure I wasn’t going to get sick. After my second cup of soda and half of the bag of chips, I started to feel more alert and normal.
Sunday was supposed to be my last long run before the Gate River Run. I missed it because I was feeling iffy the night before, and then the migraine. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit paranoid about this race now.
My goal is to do it in under 2 hours. I don’t think I’m physically ready to try and beat 1:48 that I got last year, but I do believe I could get as close to it as possible. I’m hoping to keep an average pace of 12:30/mile for most of the race and thankfully Kat is pacing me through the race and she is a bit of a faster runner than I am right now so I think it’s doable. While I think I could really push it and do the 11/miles like I did in Daytona, Kat asked for this race together to be fun.
And when we run together, that’s what we do. We have fun.
So I’m a bit paranoid about the race, but over all I feel as ready as I can be. I’ve got a fuel plan mapped out in my head, an outfit in the works (MINIONS!!) and I have a group photo scheduled for 7:30am at the Jaguar with the Channel 4 Crew. That being said, who wants to meet me at 7:15am at the Jaguar for a giant group photo? I’d love to meet a bunch of you!! 🙂 Who’s game?