I Can't Tonight, Honey. I Have a Headache

The past two days were either severe heat or lightning storms. You can tell me that it was just me making excuses, and maybe it was, but hell I didn't want to go out there in those conditions.

Today I taught fourth graders and they were a rather rambunctious crowd. Being a substitute teacher at this time is always difficult. The students always try to get the better of you and they are most deservedly excited for the summer. With that in mind, it was a very long day today. The most notable being that the students were stunned to find out that I traded pokemon cards when I was there age. They were floored. It made me feel pretty old but at the same time, I am pretty old. There loud and energetic demeanor the entire day led me to having a headache.

I wasn't planning on running today and at the last moment I thought I should. But, even after advil, this headache didn't seem to subside. i thought of the old cliche of when a husband wants to get intimate with his wife and she shuts him down with the famous excuse of, "Not Tonight, Honey. I have a headache."



I imagined running being that pesky male partner wanting to get going and I was the rather unenthusiastic partner with the headache that just wanted to rest. Well using this analogy I felt rather bad for running and for desperate horny males everywhere I decided to go for just a mile. I began to run and started to feel great, so I took the turn for two miles. There was another turn that I have not even thought about taking this summer, the turn for the four mile loop. I considered it today, but I felt soar and decided to take the turn for two. I guess thinking about doing it and almost doing it is just as much progress and just as much of a start then any other.

Thank goodness that I took that turn because while going up that hill I felt terrible. When I reached the top of the two mile hill, I felt even worse and wanted to stop but I have always been raised to blast off at the crest of the hill was just what I needed to do. I didn't blast off however and I barely even moved but I did not stop which has been the ongoing goal. I barely crawled into my yard for the finish and man did I feel terrible. I guess if we're going with the headache analogy you could say that I didn't actually have sex with running, nor did running have sex with me, but running flat out fucked me.