{"id":1095,"date":"2014-08-20T20:41:20","date_gmt":"2014-08-21T00:41:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bloggingsam.com\/?p=1095"},"modified":"2014-10-14T15:22:16","modified_gmt":"2014-10-14T19:22:16","slug":"daily-running-houston-we-had-a-problem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bloggingsam.com\/?p=1095","title":{"rendered":"Half Marathon Training – “Houston, We Had a Problem”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today’s Goal:<\/strong> 5 miles
\nActual Distance:<\/strong> 0 miles
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\nNotes:<\/strong> MIGRAINE
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\nTomorrow’s Goal:<\/strong> 3 miles
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\nMy day was wrecked by a migraine at 9 AM. It started at the exact moment I walked through the door into work. I kid you not. By the time I walked from the door to my desk, my vision was half distorted already. All day, I thought of how I was going to overcome the situation and run. I survived at work until 1:30, which included an hour long mid-year review discussion with my boss (which left me rather bothered). Then I had to call it quits and go home. I thought, If I sleep a few hours, maybe I’ll have more energy to run later. Nope. First, it was tough to get to sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about several unfairly negative things my boss had to say. (Is it any wonder I get migraines?) After I did sleep, I awoke as a zombie. (Still not much improved at the time of this writing.) And, well, rather than write more descriptions of this condition, here’s a drawing to depict how I felt. A picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, “barf,” “decay,” “slime,” are a few of the sunny ones that come to mind.
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