I woke up yesterday morning, dusted off my yoga mat that has been shoved behind the couch for the last 6 months, and attempted to do yoga. Key word: attempted. I shakily and sweatily got through about 30 minutes before I deemed it "break time", to which break time turned into breakfast and the rest of my day, never to return to that dusty mat.
This morning upon waking up, I felt those intense 30 minutes of yoga in every muscle of my body as I stiffly pried myself from bed. Since when did 30 minutes of "relaxing yoga" make you feel like an 80 year old? I can't decide if I should press on with my yoga practice or throw the mat behind the couch again. Stay tuned.
Speaking of feeling old and feeble these days, every time I go out for a run to train for this god-awful half marathon, my right knee screams very angrily at me. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's saying, "STOP! Dear God, STOP! If you don't stop running this minute, I will stab you repeatedly until you do!" So then I keep running anyway. And then my knee feels like it's being stabbed a thousand knife deaths.
Maybe it's a sign. A sign that running any more than 3 miles is unnatural and should never take place. I mean seriously, why do human beings feel the need to run so far? What are they running to? What are they running from? Why put ourselves through this pain? I don't have the answer. So instead, I keep running and following the herd of running idiots.
Lastly, it needs to be documented that last week, I went temporarily blind.
And when I say blind, I really mean I lost vision in my left peripheral, which was replaced with this hazy, aura-like, blurriness. Followed by a headache and nausea, followed by actually throwing up my Luna Bar and apple (tmi?). I had no idea what the hell was happening to my body, so I did what any smart person does, I Googled the symptoms.
And guess what? Apparently, I had my first ever migraine at the ripe age of 27! I couldn't believe it. Me, someone who MAYBE gets a headache once or twice a YEAR, experienced an actual, real life, migraine! I sound excited about it, which I mean, I wasn't, but also I kind of was, like now I know what other people are talking about with this migraine business, and yeah, it does suck!
Anyway - all of this to say: I'm falling apart. My body ain't gettin' any younger and I'm definitely noticing. But I mean, what the crap. I'm still in my 20's, I don't think I should be in this much pain, right? Where's a chiropractor when I need him? Oh yeah, in San Diego - 500 miles away from me. #ugh.
Okay, mid-week rant over. Thanks for always listening. You're a real gem, you know that?