TAPS for P.I. Warmers.

I am  happy to report there has been no recurrence of migraine yet. Today I played smart. I was up at dawn for my 16. I was actually chilly enough to wear my arm warmers when I started cause the sun was just up. I was determined to not let it get ugly. I have been having some belly issues, and I really don't want or like food right now, but I was right on point with my fuels and hydrates and I even ate jerky every 5 miles.
This bellyache stayed with me the entire time. I eventually told it to wait in line, and ignored it. Until about mile 5. I had to go it would not be ignored any longer. It was a matter of asking myself did I want to spend the next 2 hours saying igottapoopigottaigottapoopgottapukeshootshootshooootme or did I want to just rip the bandaid off. I grabbed a portapotty it's foul, lets do this, quickly. I get done and there is no toilet paper. NO. 11 more miles left, expletive insert here. I look around and sigh, do I really want bumcrack chafe? Finaly snap decision I exit the porta potty one less pearl izumi arm warmer....really. Comfort is key, for days and days to come, another running first. If I told 6 years ago me that I would poop in a portapotty let alone, do what i did...I would get mad and walk away. Why do I share this? Because I am a little left of normal, not quite in the suburbs of nutty, and I thought it was funny.
I saw almost all my brady's run runner friends today. Saw some four mile crew,  I smacked Jenn on the butt before she saw me, and on the way to 14 Cherish popped out of nowhere said hello and really lifted my spirits.  I love that duck poop encrusted park, I feel peaceful there, its home. It's beautiful right now too. I took time to look up and around. A light rain came in around 14 and keep going until I finished, I actually thanked God out loud, he spoils me. I am healthy, legs feel great, and still in the game.
Attached is a picture of my first purple nail. This toe did not bother me at all during. It still is not tender, can't wait to see all the colors it turns. :) I am such a freak! 

Onward 16.5 done

A royal pain in the.... head.

So a few 2 weeks ago I did 14.5 miles. It was a hot day. Nothing seemed right, I felt tired and mother nature was having her way with me. It got done, it was ugly. By Monday I started to feel kinda weird, after lunch I got dizzy. Then nauseated. By the time my coworkers took me home it was the worst headache. I laid down on my bed. I did not moved, eat or drink for almost 24 hours. This bought me a stay in hospital infact, I lost a few days, i really don't remember too much. I didn't/couldn't eat, was probably dehydrated, and my headache was a migraine. I got an MRI of the brain, I was told the plumbing was fine, and was given medicine for it.  I made it back to work by Friday. You better believe I was wanting to know if running made this happen, I was worried it did. And I am terrified that would come back, I really want to know if there is anyway to know what causes them. Really there is no way to know until they happen more, a touch and feel sort of thing. Because there is not a  cause that medicine is aware of, but you can do things to provoke them. I took the next weekend easy. I ran/walked 2 miles with my dog. I was so afraid it was going to come back. Its long gone and I feel totally normal. It's just weird how that happens.
 I thought for the longest time the term migraine was baloney, nope its a whole different zip code of pain. I am have been gansta style humbled.

Kicking a bird

Well Happy July to Y'all.
We went away the next day after the thigh-gina monologues.  I am happy to report camping with my family went off with out too much drama, well except for the two children waking up with pink eye that morning of the day we left! I love going out of town to hold my kids down to give them drops, I am sure the sounds from our cabin were that of bloody murder. We went anyway. We also took my mom and brother along for weekend and we(hubs and I) offered to sleep in a tent to make room in the cabin. It rained both nights. I slept out doors, in the rain, on the ground, more specific on a rock.And on Saturday morning I managed to fry my runners farmer tan with a sunburn.  The weekend seemed to be doubtful of any chance to do my 12 miler. I felt like my butt was behind my ear all night, and I still had to sling smores and crap home on Sunday. We finally make it home Sunday, dump every bit of garbage down in the middle of the floor and I forced my rock dented ass out the door. 12 done and done.This next week was much warmer, and muggier. We had a shorter work week and had the forth of July traditions to celebrate. On the holiday the kids each sustained little injuries, that had nothing to do with fireworks! (a dog bite for one, and 20 splinters for the other). I was guilty on the fourth of having several patriot jello shots because frankly it would be unAmerican  not to. Later that night we took the kids to the fireworks for the first time. We got there 10 minutes before scheduled kick off time and pulled up just to see the finale go off, they must have started them earlier because of possible bad weather, at least they had no base for comparison to be disappointed! They thought it was magical. HA!
The training is still going off without issue. This last Saturday I cracked out 7 as planned, gearing up to do 14 this weekend.   I think I am a little tired just from the last few weeks. Sleeping out doors with this chick's allergies doesn't help either, I am sure my immune system had to call out the swat team to fight all the crap in my system, it's probably slowing me down. My legs feel great, the lungs don't always want to go. We have had some shitified air quality days and I have had to bust out my inhaler and walk during my run. During my long run this week it was pudding thick air. I think I got a little delirious, I didn't really relax until almost halfway through. In a fit of dehydration or something I was trotting along and a robin hopped on to the trail from the bushes. I nearly missed it with my foot. I didn't try to kick it, let me be clear, and I did not kick it. Matter of fact in my delirium I started to secretly panic. Oh my god I wonder if it's illegal to kick a bird?  I like birds, as long as I am not out numbered. I almost kicked a freakin bird! That's awful, what are you laughing at? You sick beeoch you think that's funny. You need to get your ass home and drink some water. I hope a bird kicks you back.    Yeah really I thought that. And sadder still, I keep thinking about it and smile a little because it is just so outerlimits.

 I love marathon season.
Onward.