Monday, February 13, 2012

Close Call

I almost passed out in track today.
All I did was run a 400 meter (one lap... and very quickly, because it was a race) and then two 150s (a little less than half a lap) accelerating.
After that I was supposed to sprint three 40s, but I felt SO bad after doing just one. I tried getting a drink (the assistant coach said I was probably dehydrated), but to get a drink you have to lean over the water fountain and hold your breath, and that just wasn't working.
The edges of my vision started kind of blacking out, and so did the center, but then, at the same time, it felt like the bright parts were getting really bright.
I propped myself up against the ramp under the bleachers and stayed there until I felt a little bit better.
My middle-distance freshman friend, Mitch, finished the last two 40s by herself while I went to the locker room.
Luckily, no one was in the bathroom stall (the only toilet we have... then there's two urinals... DON'T ASK. It used to be a boy's locker room.), so I went in, sat down on the toilet, closed my eyes, and tried to feel a little better. I certainly didn't want to throw up, which I really felt like doing. That's why I went to the the bathroom stall-- just in case.
When I was a little better, I went out and sat on the benches between the lockers. Mitch went to get my jacket, which I left outside. Then I put my head on my knees until I felt better.
Not a great experience.