Took a walk early this afternoon. Felt fairly good. I was trying for 60 minutes. David was feeling out of sorts, so I quietly left the house, leaving him to rest. Sounds like a plan, right?
Some things I didn't take into consideration, though, could have resulted in my care-free walk ending up in the emergency room.
1. It was above 90 degrees, and the sun was brutal.
2. I forgot my water.
3. It was 12:15, and I STILL hadn't eaten yet.
4. The only fluid I had in me was a cup of java.
And, as usual, I seriously overestimated my ability, and walked way too far on those "not so smart" circumstances.
The story ends well. I HAD remembered to take my cell phone (boy, is that a sign of the times, or what?), and thank God I did, cause just before I was ready to hit the pavement on my face, I managed to call David, and he came and got me.
White faced, grey around the lips, eyes sunken into their sockets, covered in sweat, I crawled into the house, onto the couch, while he put icepacks under my neck and on my stomach (yeah, cause that started hurting too). The first thing I got in to me after the water was a banana. Slowly, the shaking stopped, and I could finally sit up.
That was over an hour ago, and I'm just now feeling well enough to get back to my normal day. Whew! When will I learn?
| current weight: 213.5