My running seems to be picking up a bit these days in more ways than one. For one, I’ve gotten over that lazy slump and now I’m back on track.
My weird toe/foot pain has gone away, as long as I remember to keep my laces loose.
Waking up before the crack of dawn once again, I get the luxury of enjoying early morning runs while watching the sunrise. And since our Tampa Bay weather pattern has fallen into its usual pattern of afternoon showers, it leaves mostly means clear mornings for my early morning runs.
Moving past these few set backs and getting back into my regular running routine, my pace has improved as a result. I’m back to my normal pace again despite all the heat, humidity, allergy and asthma attacks. It feels good to be back in the game! I believe I may actually do well at the Oldsmar Tap House 5K in a couple weeks. I was nervous there for awhile.
Wednesday night, I had some killer headaches, which were either caused by my allergies or the anticipated arrival of my Aunt Flo. Determined to run 6 miles, I went to bed at a reasonable time and awoke with an unusual zest Thurdsday morning only to discover the menstrual cramps were kicking. Aunt Flo was on her way and obviously, allergies did not cause my migraines. However, the cramps did not crumble my ambition to run 6 miles.
Many women keep track of their Aunt Flo’s arrival, but I’m not one of those women. I don’t mark a calendar and I don’t have a clue as to when I’m ovulating. And for me, each menstrual cycle brings different symptoms. Hence, my confusion about the migraines I experienced.
Some women are very in tune with their bodies. I also listen to my body, but I always ignore what it tells me. As you can imagine, I listen to my body as well as I listen to my husband. They are equally ignored.
On occasion, I suppose I should listen to my husband and perhaps, my body too. Thursday morning was precisely the moment when I should have listened. Before stepping out the door for my run, I ignored the cramps and other signs of Aunt Flo’s arrival. As a result, I was not prepared for her arrival.
One of my marathon fears includes losing all control of my bowels during a race. I don’t want to be this guy. I don’t care how fast he can run.
Well, no woman wants to be this gal either.
About a mile into my run, Aunt Flo arrived and she made quite the grand entrance. Thankfully, no evident leakage occurred but I do believe Aunt Flo encouraged me to run faster.
Stats of other runs this week:
Saturday, 5/23- 3 miles
Sunday, 5/24 – 6 miles
Time: 1:06:24 – I blame this time on my running partners. 😉
Wednesday, 5/27 – 3 miles