jogging adventure.
5/7/12 12:22 amOh man... So I started my run-twice-a-week exercise routine today. My friend Kevin was accompanying me. He runs three times a week already and agreed to run with me twice a week. I haven't run in over a year but I figured it's about time I started getting back into shape since I'm little more than a couch potato at the moment.
So we decided to run along Valley View from Orangewood to Chapman. Mom said to run from Valley View to Springdale but I got my streets mixed up. Same difference, though, right? I started with a semi-fast pace since I didn't know what a good starting pace was and ended up slowing down as we went on. I was getting ahead of myself, too, saying things like "I can walk faster than this." Of course I ended up eating my words, running yet even slower than I was before. Eventually I had to stop and rest. We had gone a little more than a quarter mile and I could not get up without blacking out. My head felt terribad and my legs were jello. My arms even started to go numb, my hand getting stuck in an I'm-holding-a-water-bottle position. I ended up having to let Kevin carry me on his back because I couldn't move. That didn't last long though either because I didn't have the strength to keep myself on his back. So he had me lay down on the ground so the blood could circulate through my body easier. I felt like a dead person at a crime scene; it was quite embarrassing. After a while the feeling came back to my arms and I felt well enough to walk on my own two feet without falling down. Once we started nearing the corner of Valley View and Orangewood, however, I started to feel really nauseous. At one point I even had to squat on the floor because I felt so nauseous I would throw up if I didn't sit and rest. Eventually the feeling passed and I was again well enough to walk. There were no more problems after that and we made it back home safely without any incident.
The whole time I was saying things like "Omg I can't believe this is happening to me," "I've never lost the feeling in my arms like this before," "This is terribad!" I overestimated my body's capabilities big time.
Despite all that happened and how bad I felt, I still found it oddly amusing. To me it was a hilarious turn of events. I've never felt so weak and sick that I couldn't walk on my own two feet before. I was, quite literally, helpless.
Next time we're going to start things off with speed walking. Jogging can wait until I have more stamina... That way Kevin won't have to worry about my passing out on the sidewalk :)
So, that was my retarded adventure of the day. Lul.
So we decided to run along Valley View from Orangewood to Chapman. Mom said to run from Valley View to Springdale but I got my streets mixed up. Same difference, though, right? I started with a semi-fast pace since I didn't know what a good starting pace was and ended up slowing down as we went on. I was getting ahead of myself, too, saying things like "I can walk faster than this." Of course I ended up eating my words, running yet even slower than I was before. Eventually I had to stop and rest. We had gone a little more than a quarter mile and I could not get up without blacking out. My head felt terribad and my legs were jello. My arms even started to go numb, my hand getting stuck in an I'm-holding-a-water-bottle position. I ended up having to let Kevin carry me on his back because I couldn't move. That didn't last long though either because I didn't have the strength to keep myself on his back. So he had me lay down on the ground so the blood could circulate through my body easier. I felt like a dead person at a crime scene; it was quite embarrassing. After a while the feeling came back to my arms and I felt well enough to walk on my own two feet without falling down. Once we started nearing the corner of Valley View and Orangewood, however, I started to feel really nauseous. At one point I even had to squat on the floor because I felt so nauseous I would throw up if I didn't sit and rest. Eventually the feeling passed and I was again well enough to walk. There were no more problems after that and we made it back home safely without any incident.
The whole time I was saying things like "Omg I can't believe this is happening to me," "I've never lost the feeling in my arms like this before," "This is terribad!" I overestimated my body's capabilities big time.
Despite all that happened and how bad I felt, I still found it oddly amusing. To me it was a hilarious turn of events. I've never felt so weak and sick that I couldn't walk on my own two feet before. I was, quite literally, helpless.
Next time we're going to start things off with speed walking. Jogging can wait until I have more stamina... That way Kevin won't have to worry about my passing out on the sidewalk :)
So, that was my retarded adventure of the day. Lul.
