I took my daughter sleigh riging yesterday, and she wanted to see me stand on the sleigh and go down the hill, so I did.
When I jumped off, my kneecap hit a rock and exploded in horrible pain. It was very intense like a funny bone without the humor, and it hurt so bad that felt nauseas and actually peed myself a dribble.
I held my leg and repeated silently “I might be fucked. I might be fucked.” several times, and waited to see if the pain would go away, or, if indeed, I was fucked.
The pain went away, and I actually resumed sleigh riding.
This morning it was just slightly sore.
As happens so often when I get sick I can usually trace it to an incident, and this incident was no different. It’s not that I felt sick this morning, I just didn’t feel exceptionally well. I felt slightly sore all over and a little logy.
Nevertheless I came home and jumped on the treadmill. The soreness in my knee slowly went away, but I didn’t feel good. Not bad either, just not good.
My wife went to play tennis and my daughter sat on the floor playing with a stuffed animal while I finished up.
Then I greyed out. I suddenly felt light-headed, my teeth went tingly and my vision clouded into twin tunnels.
There’s a little tab that sticks in the treadmill on a string. You clip the other end of the string to your shorts. That way, if you fall off the treadmill it pulls the tab out and stops the machine. It’s an excellent and foolproof safety device.
I wasn’t using it when I fell. It through me off the back where I fell into the wall and abraded my shoulder in the split second that I wasn’t conscious.
My three year old was very upset, and I think I would have been unconscious for longer if it wasn’t for the belt eating into my shoulder.
I couldn’t see but my instinct was turn off the treadmill and eliminate any danger to my kid. I did that, and lay down and rested until I came back into myself.
I went upstairs and had myself a glass of apple juice.
I’m pretty sure I just had a blood sugar incident. I may be coming down with something and I didn’t eat particularly well today.
I wasn’t running very hard and I didn’t lift weights before I ran, so my metabolism didn’t have a chance to shift into higher gear. The feeling was similar to a feeling I had as a kid when I passed out during football practice and it was identical to the way you feel if you’ve been crouching for a while and then stand up suddenly.
It scares me very much, and I’ll take a day or two off, and make sure I’m well warmed up before I run again. If it shows any sign of repeating I’m going to a cardiologist.