I scared the crap out of myself this morning
Like seriously scared. But yeah, so I ran last Friday with Rose before I left for Bethesda. Then I ran twice while I was gone (once to the river and back and once back from ShopKo). I would've run more, but I twisted my ankle coming back from ShopKo and it KILLED.
Last night, I set my alarm for earlyish for the express purpose of getting up and going running. Yup, by myself. I went to Depot Town and back, ran into my house, grabbed a glass of water, and got to the shower...where I collapsed. I sat on the bottom of the shower, shaving my legs and lathering my hair, then slowly got up and finished, still feeling a bit nauseous/woozy. I got out of the shower and everything around me progressed from fuzzy to dark to black. I fell over. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay on the floor, feeling like someone was kicking me repeatedly in the stomache with a steel toe boot. I was really scared and alone and confused. After awhile I got up really slowly and made it to my room, but even now, my stomache and head still hurt.
Something kind of like this happened to me after I ran in MN the summer before 7th grade...only it wasn't nearly as bad (I just collapsed for a minute) and at that time I was working out like crazy and not eating enough food to sustain my already as-small-as-possible body. And being a terrible person and puking up anything "bad" I ate. 7th grade was also the year when I had crazy problems with my heart during basketball season...that was scary.
I don't know if/when I'll go running again. I should go tomorrow.
Last night, I set my alarm for earlyish for the express purpose of getting up and going running. Yup, by myself. I went to Depot Town and back, ran into my house, grabbed a glass of water, and got to the shower...where I collapsed. I sat on the bottom of the shower, shaving my legs and lathering my hair, then slowly got up and finished, still feeling a bit nauseous/woozy. I got out of the shower and everything around me progressed from fuzzy to dark to black. I fell over. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay on the floor, feeling like someone was kicking me repeatedly in the stomache with a steel toe boot. I was really scared and alone and confused. After awhile I got up really slowly and made it to my room, but even now, my stomache and head still hurt.
Something kind of like this happened to me after I ran in MN the summer before 7th grade...only it wasn't nearly as bad (I just collapsed for a minute) and at that time I was working out like crazy and not eating enough food to sustain my already as-small-as-possible body. And being a terrible person and puking up anything "bad" I ate. 7th grade was also the year when I had crazy problems with my heart during basketball season...that was scary.
I don't know if/when I'll go running again. I should go tomorrow.