Hello, internet-friends.
This week, there was a complication.
I started my cycle.
It happens, it happens. It is most definitely not pleasant, but infinitely less so when you have to go on a run.
Not, I'll start with saying that I do not have characteristically unpleasant periods. Usually, they're pretty mild. I don't get very sick, or get a lot of cramps, or other unpleasant things that other women have more of a problem with. The worst thing that usually happens to me is that I always get two or three zits directly on the tip of my nose. But that's it.
But this week, I had to go on a run. I forgot about the whole cycle thing until I was already running, or else I would have pleaded 'lady time' and my dad might not have made me go. But I didn't. So five minutes into the run, my abdomen exploded with pain.
Cramps. Cramps is what happened. Cramps. Bloody, bloody cramps. Awful, movement-incapacitating cramps. I literally could not run. So I hobbled to my regular turning point, and hobbled back.
I'll have you know, as well, that the cramps did not go away for the entire rest of the bloody day. I hardly moved, because every time I even twitched, pain stabbed through my gut.
Moral of the story: Never, ever, ever, ever run while on your cycle. Ever. Unless…well, no. Nothing short of the TARDIS landing in my yard could cause me to do that again.
Of course, in case of TARDIS, I might be on my cycle, have two broken legs, a sprained ankle, the flu, a headache, and have been shot several times, and I would still sprint for it. But, c'est la vie.
That's all for today.
Goodbye.
Allons-y!
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