Haven't run in a week. My hubby today told me I'd been snapping and looking for a fight the last few days, I blame it on not running. Weird how your life changes in a year! I'm contemplating getting up really early tomorrow and running a few miles on the treadmill (to break in my new kicks sometime before the 1/2) and coming home to do Namaste yoga on my living room floor.
Remember that nice Tuesday I had planned with the 905 Bikram yoga class? Yeah, I came home in tears.
Here's the story. Get up at oh, 8:35 and rush to get my teeth brushed, hair in a headband and out of the air, clothes on and find my mat, and get to the yoga studio by 900. Got there. Got into the 110 degree room, that was a little much.
Background, when it's summer time and I just wake up, I think I have a blood pressure issue. Cause I will generally have to veg on the couch for 15-20minutes before I feel safe enough to get around. I think it's BP, not sure. Well I had rushed, not eaten anything and gone straight to class. Wasn't feeling too great to begin with (the reason I know, TMI, I didn't workout over the weekend was a UTI that was so bad I went to the doctor yesterday and I'm now on a few days of Levaquin)...Thought the yoga would flush toxins out and stretch out my legs (which are feeling better after rolling them every night). We go into the first sequence after breathing which involves a hamstring stretch with your head as far towards your knees as possible. Hang, come up and breathe, right? Nope. Come up and see floaters, legs turn to jelly, and sit before you pass out. That was me. I sipped on some water, caught my breath. Tried to get up again after a few minutes. Saw floaters (that's what I call them. I've passed out a few times in my life and I see black dots start to cloud my vision). The teacher was kind and gave me a lifesaver, I chose mint cause I was starting to feel a little nauseous as well cause I hadn't eaten anything yet and had taken my Levaquin already and that was all I could think about. I know you don't need to eat but meh. I tried to get up a few more times. I really wanted to do this class. I did. I started to feel panicky and walked out of the class at 9:30. My chest was feeling tight and I think I was on the verge of a panic attack. As I've told you all before my mom, at 53, never healthier or happier, felt dizzy once and the second time she died. No warning just "I'm feeling dizzy" and she's gone. So I'm terrified, I tell the teacher this and she says I can get my money back at the desk and be careful and stuff. I walk straight out, don't stop at the desk. I get home and my lovely hubby says "that was quick, how'd it go". And I bawl. I was so scared. Terrified. Also because of the way my mom died. If Brian's in the house and doesn't answer when I call. I get this irrational fear that he's passed out and died and I don't know it. I tear around the house till I find him, just thinking about it makes me want to puke. You understand, I'm sure. But I feel bad for my hubby and my future kids. I'm gonna be so paranoid!
I'm fine now. Made it through the drive home. In fact, immediately felt better when I stepped into the hallway, I just think it was the morning and it was the heat. I'm very glad I stopped when I did. I don't know when I'll go back.
But that's why I'll be attempting Namaste yoga in my living room tomorrow. Maybe more from Polly too. We'll see.
So in other news. My hubby and I made appointments for next Monday at a foot/ankle specialists. My hubby's had plantar fascitis for years, takes Mobic every day. And I, my wonderful hubby pointed out, have a bunion that's not getting any smaller. I think I'll quote him, "Kelly that looks really bad. I don't ever remember it being that bad". Ah, feet. From what I've read you can get surgery to fix it. I hope mine's not that bad. Or, I hope the doc doesn't want me to get surgery before Chicago. It's not painful, I'm sure orthotics will help?
(Hey, Steve posts pictures of his feet!)
Thanks for listening to me.