The kick in the eye.

O, it is me.

Yesterday was fucking horrid. I got a headache, as a result of nothing. Went to bed at an appropriate time, had zero alcohol, just, got a headache. And it got worse as the night progressed. 

I couldn't get up without feeling ill. Took pain reliever, Pepto Bismol, Sudafed, these helped a little but the pain did not truly subside until the evening.

I had to cancel three workshops I was supposed to teach today, which was fine, they can be reshceduled. But I was dressed and prepared to walk out the door and I just couldn't do it, on my feet for hours maintaining my cool. I need a clear head to teach well, I just saw endless misery. I am grateful I could just not go.

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 28:27
Pace: 9:11

No head pain, and I feel like a goddamn giant. Or I am just manic in response to a day spent almost entirely in bed. The whole world is falling apart, what can I control but myself.

Route: Forest Hill Loop

Temperature: 51°
Climate: cool

Mood: all right

Goth Playlist

Dominion/Mother Russia - Sisters of Mercy

Kick In the Eye - Bauhaus

She's Lost Control - Joy Division

Wax and Wane - Cocteau Twins

Bela Lugoi's Dead - Bauhaus (153 BPM)

 
Stretches: yes

Water: yes

Breakfast: coffee w/cream, fresh fruit w/granola & yogurt

Lunch: buffalo chicken salad wrap, potato chips

Treat: fruit snacks

Dinner: sliders, fries, corn dip & chips

Alcohol? Yeah, two. we went out.

Lots of comfort food last evening. Ice cream, processed popcorn. Forgot to weigh in this morning. Oops.

Writing: yes

9:30 AM First noticed flashing in my left eye, while driving. A “C” which expanded, just below center. Check out line, which continue to expand its arc until it was no longer a C shape.

Occurring the day after a serious day long headache?

Won't you breathe with me?

Sad runner.

Now that the dust has settled, that my training is concluded and the race has been run, let me speak on behalf of long distance runners.

Stop being an ass when talking to your friends who are long-distance runners.

This summer there was an article on a certain website which flogged a recent British Psychology Society study which determined that most long distance runners (which in this study meant people running for eight miles) are miserable when running.

A lot of people made sure I knew about this article. To see if this is true. Because I'm a fucking moron or something because I run long distances.

Now I don't know anything about this study, only what I read condensed in that one blarticle. I do know I ran 26.2 miles on earlier this month - which isn't even a normal distance for me, you know - and I wasn't miserable. I was only feeling discomfort the last few miles, and no one thinks that football players or soccer players become "miserable" when pushing their abilities from playing their sport.

Who are these people, these people who run eight miles and are asked to record their thoughts while running, and for three minutes out of ten babble about how in pain they are? I don't have a clue. I would recommend they choose a different exercise routine. They should just freaking stop.

So should the people who keep asking their running friends if it's true they are totally stupid for running.

Distance: 3.2 miles
Avg Pace: 7:38
Route: Boulevard Loop

I don't like being negative on this blog. Don't be negative with me, okay?

Temperature: 57°
Climate: cool with light rain
Weight: 159.5 lbs.
Mood: anxious

What's That Lyric?
Born Under Punches - Talking Heads