I am a complete and utter baby when it comes to headaches, and today was no exception. The last few hours at work I was overdramatically putting my hand to my forehead, walking around like a zombie. Just as I was almost satified with my excuse to skip yet another workout for the week, I got an email from J-Woww w/ her weekly workout progress. I was floored when I realized my 6-month preggers friend was out-doing me! Eeek! I shoved the thought of the excuse out of my mind and headed to the company gym, newly motivated...
Although Friday (speed) workouts are quick, they are by far the most painful. My goal for today? One mile intervals at RP. A total of a mere 3 miles. But even that was beyond difficult for me today. I tried anything I could think of to get rid of the now pounding headache - held my water bottle up to it, even resorted to conducting some accupuncture-like work on it, none which were successful. But alas, the 3 miles were complete, and I headed home.
As soon as I got home, "baby Yuko" took over my 29-year old body and wimpered a pathetic "I'm *gasp* dying w/ this headache!" to the roomie as I headed upstairs to my bed. Of course she immediately came in w/ some Aleve for me and the next thing I knew it was 4 hours later. And so here I am, blogging on a late Friday night :)
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