This week has honestly been one of the weirdest of my life. I've just been really stressed and, like, tired & weakish for the past few days-- I'd wake up for class, then come home and sleep for five more hours. Also I ate like one granola bar a day and nothing else because my anxiety was so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. It was like race-day nerves, but they lasted for three or four days. It was rather odd, and evidently, I'm not completely over it.
I tried running again today because I have been feeling a bit better. Spencer and I went down Broken Canal. As soon as we started running, though, I knew it was going to be rough. My whole body just felt exhausted. We had made it to about the turnaround point when I got so dizzy and lightheaded I could hardly stand. We sat in the shade for a bit, because my eyes were doing that thing where everything was too bright and I couldn't see (it hadn't happened since my senior year of high school.. it's still as unpleasant as I remember though). Then we started making our way back slowly, with a few stops for rest. We ran back to my apartment building, where I got a big drink of water and a cold towel for my face and we sat there for a bit while I tried to recover. Then we ran the half-mile back to my car at the Laub. When I got home, I took a two hour nap and managed to stomach one and a half chicken strips for lunch. I did eat a whole sandwich and some chips for dinner, so I think that with some good rest tonight and tomorrow, I'll shake whatever this is.
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