Despite my coughing fit, I wanted to
test my health by running my completely normal, not at all stupid 10
km to work. I was going to take it ”easy”. A half moon was low
behind the trees and the quietness of 6 o'clock enveloped me. My
pulse shot up to 180 immediately. It usually does in the beginning of
a run, only to settle to 150-155 later on. This time, it stayed at
180 for quite a while, but it did go down later. Breathing through my
Lungplus was like a massage on my throat. The air felt warm and
humid, and my throat was happy. My mp3 was playing some sad songs
that were clashing with my high spirits. I was overjoyed that I was
running, overjoyed that my mp3 player worked, overjoyed that the ice
was almost gone.
I got at work less than an hour later,
having taken it slightly less ”easy” than I'd planned. A hot
shower later I was sipping on hot tea. My throat had apparently
started swelling up and had reached the proportions of a ping-pong
ball. During the day it grew and grew until I had to get past a beach
ball in order to swallow.
Some terrible planning meant that I had
left my bus card at home and had no other way of getting there except
by walking. By then, big, heavy snowflakes had started descending from
the sky, turning everything white again. I hadn't brought any warm
clothes with me to work, no warm jacket as I wanted to run home as
well, so I soldiered on in the cold headwind. I got home feeling
feverish, and slowly started thawing.
This morning the only reminder of my
ill health is a splitting headache. My throat is almost back to its
usual dimensions. I got off easy this time. But I could have paid
dearly for my eagerness to get back to running. Don't make rookie
mistakes like I did, folks. Nothing is worth risking your health. Not
even running.
Oh no!
ReplyDeleteUsch, ibland lämnar man hjärnan hemma!
I dag blir det 6 km. Känns lite lagom att börja med efter denna helg av nästan ingen sömn.
Vad glad jag blir att du gillade bilden. Tack!