Today is the start of a new training week and called for 15 miles. Usually no problem. This week though I probably averaged 8 hours of sleep….for the whole week. It was probably the worst sleep I’ve had since Jasper was a newborn. He slept great last night though. One short wake up at 230 and that was it. I was a little restless because I was just waiting for the implosion that happened every other night this week, and it was hard to relax. At one point I woke up with a bad headache, so I took a couple Tylenol and went back to sleep. I woke up to meet Mark with a massive headache. I figured once I ate a little bit and got moving it would go away. No such luck. A total craptastic run. Every time I turned my head things went spinning and the icepick started stabbing my eyeballs again. WTF? We cut it down to 14 and called it a day. I went home figuring I just needed hydration and food, and I did feel better after both. Took Jaspy to the splash pad, got home and proceeded to developed the worst headache of my life. I know that sounds dramatic….but it’s the truth. I’ve never had a headache like this one. I’d already done rounds of Tylenol with no relief, moved onto ibuprofen, and finally got desperate enough for a Rush Limbaugh special, aka Vicodin. Thank God I had some left over from my bout of throwing my back out. I can’t really chase an active little boy when I can’t even turn my head. It definitely worked enough to take the edge off so I could move. I still don’t feel normal, and I am sooooo hoping that this goes away so I can make full use of having 3 days off in a row. Today was shot to hell.
The worst part was not taking advantage of yummy beers at a block party tonight. I was soooo looking forward to a night of junk food and homebrew, but figured both were probably a bad idea when the room was spinning earlier.