|Which one is me?|
The one thing about her, though, is that she has two sons and no daughters. This meant that her former body image issues were occasionally foisted on to me. Like, for instance, the time we were at their lake house for a weekend. I loved their beautiful lake house, but I hated that lake. Hated it. Hated all water. I wouldn't quite say that I wast hydrophobic, but I wasn't that far off from it. (True story: I turned down scholarship money at a school that required a swim test.) (I'm still a crap swimmer, but I'm mostly over my fear by now.)
So one afternoon, we were debating going out into the lake. I was trying to suggest anything else to avoid the water. She pulled me to the side and said, "I know that we can't all have supermodel stick figures, honey, but don't be embarrassed about getting your swimsuit on!"
Yeah. Except I was at a normal body weight and basically grew up with this family. No embarrassment there.
The last time I saw her, a few months ago in New York, her son/my friend organized an afternoon of drinks. I had been feeling a little woozy from the cab ride over, so I ordered a ginger ale. Again, there it goes: "Ginger ale has a bit much sugar, don't you think? Check the calorie count before you drink that!"
Point being: I'm chugging ginger ale like it's going out of style right now for its anti-vertigo properties. I'm aslo chugging meclizine, incidentally, and learning how to do this:
|The Epley Maneuver. I tried this|
and thought sure I was going to die.
On Wednesday morning, my phone fell off the bed around 5:30am, waking me up. As soon as I sat up to grab the phone, the room started spinning. Understatement of the year. I've been having dizzy spells - sort of often, lately - but this wasn't even in the same realm as anything that's happened before. This was whole body. I was covered in sweat, shaking, crying, and feeling like I wanted to throw up. I crawled to the couch, then back to the bathroom to try puking, then back to the couch. Two hours later it subsided enough that I could fall asleep for a few hours, after which I went to the doctor. She diagnosed me with "acute labrynthitis" (David Bowie optional).
Before you ask, this is completely unrelated to the marathon and is also unrelated to running, except to explain why it is that I did not run Wednesday or Thursday. And I may not run today. I'm under doctor's orders to "R-E-S-T until the end of the week!"