mistakes were made

[marcicat]

With spring finally upon us, I have been thinking it would be nice to be more active. This coincided with my workplace sharing a bunch of info on how great jumping rope is for your health, and I was like ‘what the heck, I’ll give it a go.’

(Note: There was a point in my life when I could jump rope for ten minutes. Around 2005? So I had some backup for the idea that I would not die in this attempt.)

Anyway, last Thursday and Friday I left work, jumped rope for three minutes, and drove home. I mean, three minutes kind of made me want to puke, but I was fine. (It was more like the ‘ugh, exercise’ feeling, rather than the ‘this is not okay’ feeling.)

Then I took the weekend off, because I am much more willing to look foolish in my workplace parking lot than my apartment parking lot (those people know where I sleep!). Yesterday I was back at it, except that when I got in the car to leave, I made it about five minutes down the road and then had a coughing fit.

It was not good. This was full-on coughing, eyes watering, nose running, oh-my-god-am-I-dying kind of stuff. I seriously considered pulling off the road (but didn’t, because I make terrible decisions when I’m panicking!). Anyway, after about ten minutes, I decided that I was still breathing and it was not getting worse, which seemed like good signs. After twenty minutes there was definite improvement, so I continued on my way — by the time I was home it had settled to an occasional tickle-cough combo.

WHAT THE HECK, BODY? I thought we had an agreement! What’s all this? (So I asked the internet. It said I was either fine or dying, which is pretty typical for internet medical advice.)

But yeah, I’m gonna try it again.

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