Thanks to the horrors of Mother Nature, I was awakened at the ass-crack of dawn on Saturday by the most horrendous cramps I’ve had in years. Seriously, they woke me up out of a dead sleep and that is virtually unheard of for me. Well, except for when certain people who reside above me decide to get their freak on. I proceeded to spend the next two plus hours drifting in and out of painful consciousness until finally at 7:30 am I gave up and got out of bed.
It was a toss up whether to down a bottle of ibuprofen or go for a run. Way back in the day when I was a youngin and didn’t know any better, I was told that exercise helped alleviate the lady cramps. My half marathon experience proved that theory to be full of crap. However, I’m nothing if not stubborn and masochistic, so I thought I’d give it another go. Mostly because my Advil supply is dwindling and I’m too cheap to shell out for more right now.
So I suited up and headed out for a run. Originally I had planned on doing the 6 mile loop, but then said to hell with it and stopped just after 4 miles. I don’t know why I stopped. Running had actually made my cramps go away, but I was still in a foul mood (thank you, rampaging hormones) and I just didn’t feel like continuing. Yes, I realize the reasons for starting and ending my run are completely contrary, but that’s how I roll when riding the crimson wave.
Have I lost my male readership yet?
Today I’m getting by on no sleep and a whole lotta caffeine. I should be passed out in an exhausted heap on my desk right now, but instead I’m heading out to lunch soon with friends who are evil enough to take advantage of my compromised mental state by daring me to do stupid stuff. Which of course I will do without batting an eye. This day is not going to end well for me, I can just tell.
Hope you all have a great day. Catch up with you later.