Me being an idiot, I thought it was a good idea to leave the house at 10 am to go for a jog outside. Honestly, a power move. Because who in their right minds thinks that running when it's 32 degrees out is going to be a refreshing experience? Well... this girl over here. I got myself ready and had gallons (I don't know how much a gallon of water is. But I chose that word instead of 'liters' because it just seemed fitting) of water and a light snack beforehand.
The first 15 minutes went pretty well, actually. Legs were moving at a pretty nice speed, and no side stitches yet. Well... my happiness didn't last for a while. Because surprise, surprise... I was attacked by a heatstroke.
I mean... we all knew it was coming... But I somehow made myself believe that I was stronger than that. Just one of my many toxic traits...
Even after I walked home and drank another gallon of water, the headache was still there. In fact, it lasted for a good while, perhaps, 3 days? I'm all good now, but it was a pretty traumatizing experience. I was so exhausted that practically did nothing for the rest of the day. I took a 2hr nap twice, with meals in between, and went on my phone while laying down. Not the most ideal way to spend a weekend, but it's alright.
The main point of this blog is that I hate summer. How disappointing is it that it won't be running season for another 4 or 5 months?
I don't know, maybe, just maybe, it's a sign for me to move to a colder country...
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