After so many years of talking about headache this and migraine that, one day I decided I’d call it something else. Malaria sounded FAR more interesting. Today I have Malaria. i.e. a migraine. And oh man, it is a killer.
We got this beautiful *the angels are singing* copier/scanner/cookie maker/coffee maker at work. Okay, it really doesn’t make cookies, but I swear it freakin’ looks like it should. It does EVERYTHING. I love it so much. I wanted to send a thank you note to the powers that be at the main office thanking them for making my life so much easier. <that is not a joke. About a week ago I began to hear it make a noise I didn’t think it should make. We called the ~fix everything magical~ guy and he came and put some oil on the rollers. I know, why the story? The oil is burning and the smell is toxic. Toxic. Like working in a nail salon squared. SO bad. This just was a recipe for disaster for my head.
So when I headed to the gym tonight I thought…with any luck a run will kick those endorphins in and this headache out. That and the meds I took. No. such. luck. Every step I took pounded it into me. I stopped every half mile to NOT throw up. Three little miles to say I got a workout done. But it wasn’t friendly. And I think the math was wrong on the treadmill but my head hurt too much to argue about it. I ran 3 miles at 6.2 and an incline of 1.5 and the treadmill said I ran an average mile of 10:20. Um…really? Man, I really DO suck at math.
I am volunteering tomorrow at the Fleet on the Street “Resolve 5k/10k”. The weather is actually cooperating and I may not freeze to death but if you don’t hear from me again, could someone please run these races for me? Yeah…I didn’t think so. Whatever.