In extreme opposition to what my shirt says, I apparently do care. A lot. About what other people think. I got to half a mile on the treadmill before the panic attack set in.

As usual, it started with a racing heart and lots of sweat. Then I felt dizzy and nauseated with a bonus of blurred vision. Never good things to have while exercising.

My heart rate was only 135 and I did eat around 300 calories before starting (juice, nuts, protein bar) so I know I wasn’t overworking myself or being hypoglycemic. All I can say is I tried.

I came, I saw, I was conquered.

I will still come back tomorrow and try again.

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