i made it... barely

Yesterday was the first day of Couch-to-5k, and boy did it kick my ass. I felt reasonably ok while I was doing it (as ok as one can feel while running, anyway), but afterwards... woo boy. I did an appropriate cool down... more than the C25K app even asked for, since I had to walk from the canal back to my office (with a much-needed rest in the people mover) and then from my office to my car. My vasovagal syncope never fails to rear its ugly head in situations like these though. On my drive home, I started feeling... prodromal. I didn't exactly feel like I was going to faint, but I felt like if I had to stand or walk anywhere, that I would.

When I got home, I got some gatorade, thinking that would make me feel better. It didn't. C, such a dear, made me some pasta while I sat in the recliner like a dying person. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and decided to get in the shower in hopes that it would help me regulate my body temperature. C brought me a bowl of pasta while I was in the shower, and I ate some food and drank some gatorade in the shower (classy, I know). I kept thinking that I felt bad because I needed sugar, but nothing I was consuming seemed to help.

I got out of the shower and laid down in bed. I laid there for about 5 minutes before it hit-- and I ran back to the bathroom and vomited everything I had eaten since the run. After that, I felt better. Not 100%, but better. I ate some more pasta and went to bed. I feel ok today, but that was NOT fun. Reminds me why I don't exercise. I'm going to keep at it though. I think an important piece of this will be us getting a treadmill for home, because then I can do my workout and be done with it. I won't have to worry about walking back to my car or driving home. I refuse to let this medical condition dictate my entire life. Just some of it, perhaps :)

The take-home message? Look at my stats from yesterday!!

It's small, I know. But you can click to enlarge.