So, dizzy spells.
I alluded on Monday to the fact that I've been having dizzy spells lately. And I suggested that I know why, and that they're nothing to worry about.
The cause: tension in my back and shoulders.
The solution: well, I'm not sure, but I'm using this as an excuse to do more yoga and to treat myself to a massage.
I started noticing the tension building at night, when I'd wake up each morning with that nagging "I didn't sleep well" feeling. I switched around my pillows but was still starting most mornings with a headache. And then, I think as a residual gift from my shin splints, I've been carrying a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders - so much so that I've taken to running with my hands balled up into fists. No good.
I went for an hour long massage yesterday. It was deep tissue massage. It hurt like a mother. But as soon as I was done, I felt better. Fingers crossed it lasts. In case it doesn't, I have another scheduled for next Tuesday.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"