Couldn’t run today. Lunch did NOT sit well with me and I had to rush home from work with severe nausea and twisting insides. Thankfully no one else got sick (it was company-provides-lunch day), but I’m worried that maybe it’s nerves. Because I’m scared of running.
Some of you may wonder why even though I live next to the creek path I insist on exercising at the rec. Well, that’s because two years ago on a morning in July I had a… err, traumatic experience. I had to go to the ATM, so I thought I’d try to get a little exercise by lightly jogging there. Even though it’s less than ten blocks, by the time I was halfway there I was feeling awful. When I made it to Pearl Street Mall, I went right past the ATM to the public restrooms I remembered were there. Thank you, God! And spent the next half hour with my last meal, well, coming out both ends. It was highly unpleasant.
I felt completely drained and knew I couldn’t walk home, so I stumbled to the bus depot to ask the person on duty if he’d be willing to call a police officer to give me a ride home. (I actually tried waving down a cop car I passed, but he didn’t see me.) The guy took one panicked look at me and dialed 911. Paramedics examined me and I refused to go to the hospital. I just wanted a ride home. Grudgingly, they gave me one.
So that’s why I run at the rec. If anything happens, I need to know that I can stop immediately and not be trapped somewhere. But the rec closes next week for yearly maintenance, and I can’t lose a week of training. So I guess I’ll be on the creek path again. Could use some prayers as I’m already nervous.