The Great Benadryl Debacle

Let me tell you the tale of the first and last time I took Benadryl. If I hadn’t gotten said Benadryl from work I would have assumed someone switched my Benadryl for roofies. I have had a throbbing sinus headache since Sunday and I had been poppin’ Ibuprofen like it was candy to no avail. So I thought, let’s step it up a notch and go for some allergy medicine. Everyone told me to take a Claritin but I couldn't find any so I reached for the only other allergy medicine in the medicine closet.

Me high as a kite.

Me high as a kite.

I held the bottle in my hand and thought, “I remember Irene taking Benadryl and passing out for 12 hours one time in high school. Is this the same Benadryl? I remember that Benadryl was Benadryl Gold…maybe that was a nighttime version.” And then I thought “Kelly you often make jokes about giving babies Benadryl on planes. This has to mean something.” But I couldn’t think clearly in my achy fog! The good angel sitting on my shoulder was screaming at me “Don’t do it!” But I read the label (kind of) and didn’t see anything warning me not to take it at work so I took one. And thirty minutes later I felt fine so I took the other. Then it was lights out. Game over. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.00. I WAS USELESS and completely out of it. Co-workers would ask me things and I would just reply, “I’m so sorry I took Benadryl and I’m not sure who I am anymore. Please come back tomorrow.” Then my subway ride home felt equivalent to the Oregon Trail and I never thought I would make it. When I finally got home 3 months later, I PASSED OUT. Except it was the type of napping that you wake up every hour covered in sweat and body aches wondering what you did to deserve such agony. AND I kept hallucinating. I would wake up thinking my roommate & gal pal Molly’s precious angel cat Portobello (real name Olivia… I think) was in my room or I would wake up thinking someone was opening my door. OR I would wake up incredibly thirsty so I would drink a water bottle and not be able to fall back asleep which lead to me wasting time on Facebook or YouTube until I could zonk back out.

This is the sad face of defeat.

This is the sad face of defeat.

Which leads me to today, I was going to run 10 miles with my co-workers but seeing as how I feel like my brain is about to explode I am going to instead run 5 and bike 5.  I was doing some research to find out whether it was safe to run with a sinus headache and came to this conclusion via Runner’s World. If it’s above the neck you are ok to run, anything below the neck means no go. I’m not congested. I don’t have a sinus infection and my lungs are clear so it’s safe to hit the pavement today.

Spring time, am I right? These are new to me; I have never suffered from allergies before. But luckily, my amazing coworker just introduced pressure points to me. Literally within 30 seconds of him pressing on the point between my thumb and my pointer finger my headache disappeared. (Then it came back when he stopped.) But come on! These things are like black magic! I had always heard people refer to them and thought it was bogus hocus pocus but now it’s the sort of magic I am happy to believe in. Sort of like Harry Potter. So here’s some links that will change your life. (Facial Pressure Points) {Neck and Head Pressure } [Arms and Hands Pressure Points] I’m the crazy person walking around with her finger pressed to her temple today. And it’s helping so I don’t care how stupid I look.

Alright, that’s all for today friends. Happy Wednesday! Only two more days until the weekend and only 10 more days until the Brooklyn Half!!!! Run on!

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Kelly Roberts

It all started when a silly joke made headlines back in 2014 when I took selfies with hot guys “hottie hunting” my way through the New York City Half Marathon. But ironically enough, I haven't always been a runner. As the self-proclaimed former President of the "I f*cking hate running club", I spent most of my life finding ways to avoid physical activity. Growing up, I missed over 70 days of PE my senior year. Working out was something I thought I had to suffer through in order to lose weight. 

Then, in 2009, my younger brother passed away unexpectedly and struggling to manage my grief, I gained more than 75 pounds. With the weight gain came a new fight to regain my sense of self and learn to love the body I saw when I looked in the mirror. Then one Thanksgiving morning, drowning in grief and self doubt, I decided to go for a run. I didn't make it half way down my street before I had to stop to walk but for some reason, struggling forward made more sense than getting back into bed. It turns out that running is a lot like grief, neither ever really get easier, you just get stronger. 

Over time, I realized that while some people are in fact born runners, others are made. I created this blog Run, Selfie, Repeat and my new podcast by the same name with the hopes to inspire others to say yes to themselves while making them laugh hysterically because laughing, in my opinion, is the solution to everything. 

Named by Women's Running as one of twenty women who are changing the sport of running and by Competitor Magazine as one of 12 Influential and inspiring runners under 30, my mission is to inspire others to get embrace a healthy lifestyle and pursue the strongest version of themselves possible.