The take home message of this morning that I am trying to focus on is that I totally rocked that 6 mile run. Especially considering the universe was being a big ball of negative energy.
So I woke up this morning with a shimmering crescent moon in my peripheral vision. This is a tell-take sign that I am going to get a migraine. So I get up, frantically look around my apartment for Excedrin Migraine, and pop two. Then I lay down, with a cold compress on my face. This cold compress happened to be a bag of already opened frozen corn, but it did the trick. After about 20 minutes, the crescent thing went away (for the most part), and I got my running stuff on and started my run. Now, I did not have my sunglasses on because they broke the other day. Correction: I picked them up, and one of the side pieces just fell off. Wah Wah. So I'm running without sunglasses on a really bright day which is great b/c what you want when you have a migraine is a lot of brightness. On the upside, it was 75 degrees which is really perfect weather. I'm serious. If it was 75 degrees year round, I'd be in heaven.
So I'm running, and it's going really well, except the crescent thing comes back. An awesome side effect of the crescent is that you kind of lose your peripheral vision. Which is really safe when you're running down a major street. But I keep going because I'm not letting the migraine win. Last summer I made my migraine go away through sheer willpower, so I'm trying that again. Fortunately I succeeded. Lizze: 1 Migraine: 0.
So I get to my turn around point, and I head back towards the apartment. On my way back, a man has started his leafblower. This is the part that kills me. He sees me coming, we make eye contact, and he moves so his leafblower so it is pointed at me as I run by. Thus dust and leaf particles bust into my eye socket and straight into my contact lens. But I keep going, tears streaming down my face, until I can't take it, and have to stop and remove my contact. I manage to clean it off (with my saliva), and put it back into my eye. Joy. I keep going. About 2 miles to go.
The next highlight of my run occurs about 5 minutes later. I get to an intersection as the Walk Sign comes on. I check around me to make sure no cars are turning, and I keep going. However, it is somewhat of a blind corner, and this un-helmeted bicyclist busts around the corner and almost hits me. She turns to scream at me, and I fight off the spontaneous wish that she fall and bust her head open. Pedestrians have the right of way. I just looked it up. Bicyclists have to yield to pedestrians. And seriously dude. It's basically a blind corner. She clearly had a better view of me than I did of her. And if any of my readers "identify as a bicyclist" and dispute my rantings, please contact me.
After this mishap, my run was more or less normal. My time was actually pretty good, so I was happy with that. You can see how on the whole it was a good run, but seriously. I'm a little concerned about going to work since with all the crap that has happened, I don't know if it's a good idea for me to leave the house again.
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