For shame! It has been seven months since last I’ve written. Between my last blathering in August of 2017 and now, I’ve been knocked down again and again and again, but hey, this is me getting back up.
In September of 2017, I fainted. My last thought before the episode was I feel dizzy, as I placed my hand on the door handle to enter the bathroom. I apparently was able to open the door, for when I fainted, I fainted into the shower, hitting my head. My Mum drove me to the hospital after I made my way across the street with tears spilling from my eyes. My best guesstimate, as far as the time I was “out,” is no more than 30 minutes; this estimate is based on two times: the time it was when I last looked at the clock and the time I arrived at my parents’ house.
At the hospital, I underwent EKGs, CTs, so on and so forth. I was thrilled when the ER doctor indicated that I have one of the healthiest hearts she’s seen. Shout out to running! Long story short, there was nothing in any test indicative to the fainting episode, it was just my luck of the draw that day. As a result of the whomp to my head, I was out of work and all physical activity for over a month because I had one heck of a concussion. I had the typical symptoms: headache, forgetfulness, impaired speech, light sensitivity, nausea, and emotions ranging from sadness (full on with tears) to rage (also full on with tears). Luckily, I recovered relatively quickly, and I was cleared to start exercise (slowly, progressively) by the end of October. Since October, I’ve been gunshy as far as getting back into my normal routine. Though I could not participate in my last 10K of the 2017 season, I was indeed able to enjoy my vacation to NYC, albeit difficult at times – that’s a lot of lights and sounds for someone still nursing concussion symptoms.
While in NYC, I used the hotel’s gym only once, and I only ran one mile when I did. However, this was still a win in my book because a) I did it after over a month of running zero miles and b) I used an unfamiliar gym in an unfamiliar atmosphere in an unfamiliar state.
Now, here is is March of 2018, and I am just getting myself together again. I have had some stern chats with myself as of late. Though I have gone on short walks during short breaks and used my gym’s work intermittently, I have not yet established that routine, that sweet spot I was once accustomed to – when my body craves gym time and my mind and heart are set on making it a reality, not just a brainstorm.
After many setbacks, many of my which were of my own doing, I am finally ready to really and truly work hard again.