Run

WIth last week's migraines and being behind with work all week because of them, I hadn't really moved much last week, much less run. I had hoped this week to be better, and plunked "Run" on my to do list. I managed to be distracted for a couple hours in the back, trying to catch up with my compost bins, I'm always behind with those compost bins, always more to put into them for composting (have you seen my back yard?).

So, when Kris came home and asked if I wanted to go for a run with him, I was both excited (yay! running!) and nervous (running? with Kris? He'll be bored!). He wanted a slow run for the first half, and a hard run for the second half, so thought a run with me, followed by a repeat of the run by himself at a faster speed, would be good.

What? Spend time with my husband? Hot damn! Let's go!

I should have known better. I really should have.

I managed to make it 20 minutes before I was doubled over with cramps, and not because I had eaten less than an hour before the run. I told Kris to keep going, I'd turn around and run back, and he'd catch up to me quickly enough. He did, and kept going as I walked 10 feet, doubled over in pain, stood back up, walked 10 feet, doubled over in pain, stood back up, for a good 50 meters. Eventually, the cramps subsided and I was able to start running again.

Only to be stopped by my right knee acting up.

A large number of stretches: calves, hamstrings, quads, IT bands, calves again, and I was able to run the last mile home. Kris was starting the second half of his run as I was still a quarter mile away from home, and paused to make sure I was okay before he took off zzzzzooooooooooom!

I managed to fall into the house before sideswiped by the cramps again. The whole time, the only really coherent thought I could manage was, "Well, at least I'm not pregnant."