Heat Stroke, Stupidity
Been rather hot lately. A wet-blanket pulled-up-around-your-ears kind of heat. I do most of my work on school and for St. Thomas here in the basement, so I live in a sweatshirt and 69 degrees Fahrenheit. Though yesterday, I decided to take the longest run I have ever embarked upon. Why do I do things like this? Certainly a question I ask myself about a wide variety of activities, and most definitely a question I was asking at around mile three.
A bit into the run, I started to realize what heat stroke feels like. Being a teenage guy, doing stupid things comes naturally to me, so I did not really expect actual heat stroke to set in. Nevertheless, the wind died down and I felt this incredible heat coming off every part of my body. Shortly afterwards, I started to sense goosebumps up my back. Uh oh. It felt like I was cold from the inside out.
The funny thing about tunnel vision is, you don’t notice that you had it until it’s gone. After splashing loads of water on my face and down my neck, I staggered downstairs: two minutes later I realized I could see again. It isn’t so much that you can’t see things in your peripheral vision, just that your brain does not seem to register the things that are there. Almost as if the power to your eyes is running low, so they process only a small amount of light to save energy. (That’s not really it, but it’s a decent computer analogy.) You know, when all is said and done, I really don’t know how much I like running. I enjoy moving faster than walking, getting sun, and the blissful exhaustion that sets in after, but I still question if I really like it.
Might as well keep on until I decide.