Jelly Legs, Jelly Head
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pen_gruntI did my first run outdoors of the season yesterday. It was magical and tough and euphoric. I seem to only get the "runner's high" when I'm outside. I think it's because of all the uphill pain.
I got finished and my legs were all jelly. I could tell they were going to hurt today and I was not wrong on that point. More interestingly, though, was said runner's high. I was all loopy-giggly-blissed-out.
And I kept walking around the house singing, "If you're having girl troubles I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one..." (One of the new running mix songs on my shuffle.) This made D laugh at me which made me giggle and it turned into this self-feeding giggle-laugh loop that resulted in him asking if anyone was smoking anything around the lake that I accidentally, um, inhaled.
Today, then, a huge headache. I suspect ear trouble since it was the super-dizzy and getting-nauseous kind of headache that only happens when I get an ear infection. 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
I ended up working mostly like this all day, because it felt good to be horizontal:
My laptop is under the desk with me. The Tylenol was starting to kick in. Hence, I look relatively happy as opposed to murder-y. My boss was highly amused and snapped the photo. The curtain is not usually there, but people kept crouching down and peeking under my desk to see if I was asleep. I needed privacy.
I got finished and my legs were all jelly. I could tell they were going to hurt today and I was not wrong on that point. More interestingly, though, was said runner's high. I was all loopy-giggly-blissed-out.
And I kept walking around the house singing, "If you're having girl troubles I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one..." (One of the new running mix songs on my shuffle.) This made D laugh at me which made me giggle and it turned into this self-feeding giggle-laugh loop that resulted in him asking if anyone was smoking anything around the lake that I accidentally, um, inhaled.
Today, then, a huge headache. I suspect ear trouble since it was the super-dizzy and getting-nauseous kind of headache that only happens when I get an ear infection. 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
I ended up working mostly like this all day, because it felt good to be horizontal:
My laptop is under the desk with me. The Tylenol was starting to kick in. Hence, I look relatively happy as opposed to murder-y. My boss was highly amused and snapped the photo. The curtain is not usually there, but people kept crouching down and peeking under my desk to see if I was asleep. I needed privacy.
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Date: 2011-04-14 06:16 pm (UTC)2) See #1.
3) See #2.
4) FINALLY somebody who gets my music choices. Or who I can at least believe would. Some of my choices anyway. Cuz overall, they're far too eclectic to be fully embraced unless you lived in a very specific area at an even more specific time. Wait, I think by now I've almost completely deflated the exuberance of the moment. Let's pretend I didn't type most of this. That's better. Yay!
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Date: 2011-04-15 08:27 pm (UTC)4. I have the most (publicly) inappropriate running music. It's the best.
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Date: 2011-04-16 04:15 am (UTC)That's what I say!