To have seriously considered pushing DH in the river?

[downcasteyes]

I know IADNBU.

I have a really heavy period.
I also have dry socket from a wisdom tooth extraction 10 days ago.

I haven't been sleeping well.
Eating is also painful, so I didn't have any tea yesterday, meaning that when I woke this morning, I'd been fasting for 20 hours.
(Ahem, well nearly fasting, apart from 3 glasses of wine I drank with friends after book group yesterday).

The alarm went off at 6 am this morning. DH leaps out of bed, full of the joys of spring, and announces that it is Time for A Run. We are doing Couch to 5k, currently on week 4. To add to my woes, I have somehow managed to develop shin splints, even though the amount of running you actually do on the first 4 weeks of this programme is minimal and should make this impossible.

I groan and moan a bit, but get my running clothes on, feeling slightly sick, a bit hungover and groggy. When I get outside, I realise that not only is there a gale blowing, but the rain is sheeting down, sideways.
I decide to go back inside. "No, don't be a wuss" says DH. "We have to do this!"

We start to run. Everything hurts, especially my tooth which is aching every time I breathe in. And I breathe in a LOT because I am super unfit.

A swishy haired, model-looking girl jogs past. I wonder for a second if I look a bit like her, then catch a glimpse of myself in a window, and am struck by the resemblance to a beefsteak tomato trying to escape the vegetable aisle.

We get down to the river and the rain is relentless. My breath feels like a saw is cutting through my lungs. "You are doing REALLY WELL!" says DH, who is not even panting.

At this moment, a car drives past through a puddle and I am soaked with muddy water.
"Doesn't it feel great?" he adds.

I am seized by an overpoweringly strong urge to push him into the river. It is only with difficulty that I restrain myself.

AIBU to think that being fat and unfit is actually preferable to a lifestyle where I have to do this on a regular basis?

Soo tempting!

Although he'd probably enjoy it.

I never run with DH. He wouldn't survive. I have a patio and very supportive friends. I run alone. It's safer for all.

BTW I've been doing it for three years now, from nothing, and I no longer look as like a sweaty tomato. Similar but not identical.

I wouldn’t have been able to resist

Oh God, I am going to be such a bore here. I have had dry socket. I know how bloody painful it is. And probably the worst things you can do for it is drink alcohol and undertake high-impact exercise (and drinking through a straw). Sorry, am going to bore off now.

I have one of those always happy go lucky DHs. Just shut up and let me be miserable alone in bed. I quite like my morning breath and sweaty feet as company sometimes.

omg

it's weather like this that makes me feel all smug and happy in my fat duvet

you need:
chocolate
strong painkillers
sleeping pills
an alibi

Id have done it

Missing the point of your post completely, but how old are your running shoes? It’s easy to get shin splints if your shoes are worn out, and they get worn out quicker than you’d think.

YANBU btw.

I had dry socket, and went back to the dentist - he cleaned it out and put me on antibiotics, and that stopped the pain pretty much immediately (although the actual cleaning out process was nasty).

You would be very unreasonable to push him in the river, I'm afraid, @downcasteyes - the body would wash up, and the old Bill would be on your doorstep sharpish. Supportive friends, a spade and a patio, as @MrsTerryPratchett has, would be better.

YWBVU to push him in the river.

It’s just not fair on the recovery guys!

Patio/friends/alibi all the way.

I’d have told him to fuck right off and pulled the duvet up.

...get that dry socket looked at x

wow, can't believe you went running with toothache, heavy period and in this weather.

It does get better, and even though you may never stop looking like that tomato, the satisfaction of sprinting the last 50 m to the finish in a 5 km rac eis absolutley worth it. (well, it was park run and not a race and I came almost last, in about 40 minutes compared to the fit annoying young men who sail in first in 17 minutes).
Funnily enough there are never any photos of me on the park run website! (photographer has given up and gone home, and fat tomatoes just don't look that great.)

Hope he made you breakfast and let you have the first shower

am struck by the resemblance to a beefsteak tomato trying to escape the vegetable aisle

Just near made me spit tea all over my keyboard.

Your self-restraint is admirable. And so is your persistence.

I hate sodding shin splints. I get them every time I attempt to start running again.

Well done for going.

There is no bloody way on earth I would have done that run given the circumstances you describe.

I've only ever gone jogging with my husband once. It was enraging. He kept running far ahead, back to me then jogged backwards at my pace making small talk! Well done you, for doing it.

God you're good.

Seriously, well done on going out at all under any of those circumstances! I'm genuinely impressed. is still in bed is in a country 3 hours ahead of the UK and still in bed

I can't run with DH either. I used to, pre-DD. I can't understand how I did it now. Oh wait - yes I can! I used to be fit! And now I'm not. And he can't help but keep saying positive encouraging things which he means genuinely and lovingly and supportively, but make me feel really quite violent.

So no, we don't run together anymore. I think he's relieved too. Can't think why...

Dry sockets are Horrible, you have my deepest sympathies OP. I'm amazed you're working out too and outside, I won't do so much as a 30 minute workout DVD at home when I'm on my period. It's just such a miserable time.

And he can't help but keep saying positive encouraging things... make me feel really quite violent.

I cannot stand encouraging things. Makes me homicidal. My run group leader survives because she says things like, "no one died" and "whining doesn't make the hill smaller". She can live.

You need to perfect the death glare from the comfort of your nice cozy bed.
Not having eaten for 20 hours would be enough for me to turn into Mrs Hulk!

Can he swim?

If answer to above question is yes why did you not do it?

Seriously though, do check your shoes and look after yourself for a couple of days. I'd prob have a couple of days off then repeat week 4.

I walk rather than run these days (lung condition), to work and back and with my dog. Believe me, if you work in HR (I do) I can do a Death Stare like you would not believe, lol, if someone is being a twat....

Wow, you were good for going, no way would I have!