Nature is Trying to Kill Us All
After digging my way quite neatly out from under this week’s mountain of work, I finally got back out on the road for more miles. It was hot and we ran about 3.5 miles. I could tell you how hot, except that the online weather says it is 79 degrees and that is a GODDAMNED LIE. Hot. HOT. And Humid. Maybe not running on the sun, but it did trigger the memory. Of watching the race. The actual race would kill me. Though I do dream of attempting it.
Today I found that once again I had the mental tenacity to stick with it when things got tough. It’s funny how that comes and goes. Some days it won’t matter how determined I believe myself to be, I’ll stop short or stop repeatedly. It’s actually harder to get myself going once I stop, so I hate stopping. It’s only when I can’t breathe that I forget that part. It becomes suddenly unimportant.
The entire run I felt like I had to pee. I’ve been to the bathroom plenty today. Some facet of the fantastic natural process that is the monthly womanly cycle. Too many hormones or an organ out of size or out of place/where it shouldn’t be, pressing on delicate items. Whoever it was who had the brilliant idea that exercise helps with cramps needs to be beaten to death with a pipe wrench.
I hate to stray from the subject and men may need to turn away, but I have always had HORRIFIC cramps, ever since I was a teen. My mother, my own closest female relative, never believed me, never understood the pain and complaints. That is, until when, late in life, she suddenly developed her own. Heh.
Once those bastards took her out at the knees with the fainty, cutting, stabbing, twisting internal pains, the nausea, the diarrhea, the feeling that organs are being torn apart from the inside out…the pain that ibuprofen and aspirin don’t even come close to touching…she was suddenly sorry she’d not been more empathetic.
I had to ice myself down after the run. We returned home. I showered. I dressed. I continued to sweat like a beast. Cool rags were not enough and neither was the fan. A half hour of well-applied ice cubes and I am finally mostly dry. That was a little weird. A first.
But I think again that I have come through uninjured. I’m suddenly up to three and a half miles! Woohoo! I’m still dragging my corpse along for the last mile, but at least I am capable of dragging it now!
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