For a long time in a while, I haven't had a run.... until yesterday.
Since I had time in my hands, I decided to change into my Sports Attire, put on my Nike Socks and head to the little park situated downstairs for a short run.
"I'll just run 5 rounds," I thought to myself.
So I did some stretching and warming up exercises, and off I ran! :)
After the end of the second round, I felt breathless and cold, weak and giddy, and so I decided to stop after my third round.
I persevered by humming to the tunes of different songs, repeatedly psyching myself to endure, and even counting the number of inhales and exhales I made.
Finally after the third round, I gave up.
I walked towards my block and just as I was passing a through another block, it hit me. Yes, the giddiness, nausea, bloatiness, hyperventilation.. everything! It brought me weak to my knees and made me so faint, that I had to sit down.
Fortunately there was a stone table and chairs (those commonly found beneath HDB buildings for old folks to sit around and play chess) situated a few feet away, and so I gathered all the energy and strength I had, and dragged my feet to the stone chairs to rest.
My head felt so light and heavy at the same time, I could even feel my heartbeat racing through my temples. My lungs felt so tight and inhaling felt so difficult. My knees and ankles were so weak, I couldn't even stand up. My stomach was so bloated, I felt I could just embarrass myself by soiling myself. I felt nauseous each time I coughed for more air, and each time I did so, I gagged.
It was so horrible that when I propped my head on my arm on the table, I just couldn't breathe.
But I did remember telling myself in my head "It's all in the mind. Pick yourself up."
So I tried. Little did I know that after a few steps, I plonked onto the cement floor, and leaned my back against the wall.
Fortunately I didn't pass out. As I sat on the floor, I kept praying in my mind. At that point of my time, it dawned upon me that can't pass out because there were so many foreign construction workers who just got off work and who knows what would happen if I pass out?
Thankfully, I was alright in a matter of minutes and before I knew it, I could walk home again.
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See this incident has happened before in my Secondary days, my College days, and then.. now.
I start to wonder if it's really my low blood causing the issue, or is the the low blood mixed with stomach cramps, or that I drank too much water, or if I didn't drink enough water, of even the weather!
Gosh. Am I really not meant for sports?
After all, I was asked by a doctor when I was in Secondary School, if I needed a permanent Medical Certificate to relieve me from sports and strenuous exercise because he knew that I had low blood pressure.
Ha back then, I scoffed at him and replied, "No? I've got my Table Tennis tournaments coming up!"
Darn. I should have heeded his advice.
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