Saturday, 3 November 2012

In labour?


Do you ever feel like you're in the middle of a warzone... the war being one thing or another happening with your body?
Training had gone well in the week... Mondays' hour run, back to proper intervals on Tuesday (although slower than normal for my first go at them) then it all went a bit wrong on Wednesday. The weather was terrible and choosing not to take the easy option of running on the treadmill, I instead decided that the very strong blustery wind would be character building.

I ran on a 10:3 (again, slowly getting the walking breaks less and less for midweek runs) and despite fighting against the wind and rain I was making good time. At exactly 3 miles a big lorry came past, making the wind even stronger than it already was and I felt myself go. I stumbled, trying to stop myself from falling but it was inevitable and I went down like a ton of bricks. I have knees that look a clip and all grazed, running tights that are now completely trashed and my brand new Montane thermal gloves are knackered too. My right hand has a very painful cut that means I can't even grip without reopening the wound and that is still the same as I write this 3 days later!

So, last night Graeme made me a nice meal and we had a relaxed night. My stomach was a bit dodgey which I attributed to the fact I'd had an issue with my contraceptive pill. I take one every day which stops me getting periods (because when they come they are very painful). Unfortunately, due to not being able to get a repeat prescription because I couldn't get to an appointment due to work commitments and then when I could they got the prescription wrong and I had to wait another 2 days, I ended up being pill free for 7 days. It wasn't as bad as it could have been though, so I went to bed unconcerned that I would be running for 3 hours today.

At 2am I woke up with the most horrible painful stomach and came downstairs to go to the toilet. I couldn't even walk without bending over and slowly got back into bed. I was only there seconds when I had to get back up. To cut a long story short, I ended up lying on the cold slate tiles of the bathroom floor with no clothes on because the sweat was pouring out of me and I was writhing around like I was in labour. I remember labour all too well, and this was JUST like it. I'm not one for crying when I'm in pain... hell... I had Luke and didn't shed one tear at all, but here I was crying my eyes out begging for it to stop. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was about to give birth.

I managed to go to the toilet and at the same time threw up in the sink, which made things much better, and in my disarayed state I took what I thought was 2 lots of 500mg of paracetomol. In actual fact, when I got up this morning, I realised I'd taken 800mg of ibuprofen. Not ideal.

So, although not 100%, I still felt I could run today and got ready. NO... I got to a mile and had to phone Graeme and ask him to pick me up because I was unable to stand up. He came and got me and I lay on the back seat of the car crying my eyes out. Now I'm home and sat comfortable I'm OK. Bless him, Graeme asked did I want him to stay in instead of doing his long run so he could be here, but I told him to get running. I emailed William and Shaun and asked if they thought it was a good idea to run tomorrow instead. I have a feeling they will tell me it's not a good idea though. They don't normally advocate missing a days' training and adding it on somewhere else. If you've missed it, then you've missed it, tends to be their opinion.

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