I drove to pick up Kim for our workout, but only made it half way to the park before I had to pull over and let a dizzy spell pass. Once I thought it had, I drove a little further but quickly found it wasn’t done…and this time it came with the sweats and nausea. I waited about 5 minutes, steaming up the windows from my sweat and apologizing to Kim while trying to make some small talk to minimize what I was feeling so she wouldn’t think I couldn’t do the workout. Once it passed, I started driving again, but with that awful nauseous feeling in my gut. We arrived at the park and I tried my push-ups, managing only 70 and feeling less than perfect. I skipped my dips and log lift, but had Kim do them. We did our high hops to the rock station where I managed the overhead, but was again feeling light-headed. “Probably should have taken my medication this morning,” I said.
I did manage some dips at the next station, but watched Kim do picnic table hops. I sprinted up the hill while she climbed with the crossover steps, but again succumbed to dizziness on the descent and had to sit down before I fell. At that point I decided I would be a spectator for the rest of the workout. I had her do some Indian sprints in the woods, another set on the picnic table and the pole climb. It killed me to have to watch, but the vertigo and nausea was far and away the worst I’d experienced…and maybe this whole vertigo thing is a little more serious than I’ve been willing to acknowledge. I like to be the tough guy and work through everything, but this time I can see I’m going to lose.
I took the anti-dizzy medication when I returned along with a couple of Advil and lay down. We were due at my sister’s place for a family Christmas Eve gathering in a couple of hours…something I enjoy immensely…and I didn’t want to miss it. Holly drove us there, but it wasn’t too long before I began to have more episodes. Over the next two hours, I had about four more before finally deciding I just needed to go home.
In all, I’d probably had eight episodes for the day…and they’d kicked my ass. There was nothing left to do but take it easy and see the specialist next week. I got to the point where I was dreading each passing moment…waiting for the spinning to begin again. I’m whining…but it sucks. I did manage to eat more bad stuff, though. Plenty of cookies and nog of course, and other unhealthy choices. I know this will continue for two more days, but on December 26th…I’m done. I’ll regain my focus and just start saying ‘no’. I have no doubt I can do it and I’ll still be about 20 pounds ahead of where I was a year ago. 2012 is going to be the year that I surpass any level of fitness I have achieved in my past and that includes a couple of go arounds with Iron Man training. So…I’ll live a little for a couple more days.
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