Can you kill me now?

Saturday morning came. D and I were supposed to get up and run 2 miles, go to the ATM, go to the liquor store and then go tailgate. All this was to be done by 10:30. D and I woke up at 7 decided the bed felt good and re-woke at 9. We were out of the house by 9:50 with no run. But we did get everything else done.

We drank a few beers and then went and watched GA Tech whoop up on Mississippi State. Went back to the frat house and found our beers had been pillaged, and so we went to another frat house to see some friends (our tailgating is at a frat house that we don't have any affiliation with...don't ask).

So we ended up at Manuel's for our friend's 50th birthday. Everyone had beers but me. I went onto my 5th 32oz Diet Coke. And my 6th. And some carrots with Ranch Dressing. My face hurt. I checked it out in the bathroom. Turns out 15 SPF doesn't work in the direct sun of a football game. I am so racoon-eyes since I had sunglasses on. We were at Manuel's and my head started pounding, so we left. On the way home, a full migraine came on. Ranch dressing is officially out of my diet...no food with MSG! So I lay in bed for a few hours in pain until the meds hit.

Around 3 in the morning, I thought my insides were going to come out one way or the other, but couldn't. So I was up until 7 feeling miserable. Finally fell asleep. This feeling came on and off all day. So no running.

This morning, same thing. No run and no doctors appointments available. Lots of Gatorade later, I am feeling better.

Still no running.