3rd grade was, as far as I can remember, my first ever real crush.
In our school district, I was in the gifted program, which starts in 3rd grade. So, when I came into that one class with people that I didn't know from all over the district (but that are now my bestest best friends), I was, I think even in the beginning, crushing on a guy named Cody. This was like September, very beginning of the year sort of thing.
I only half realized it at the time.
Anywho, Cody stayed in the program through the rest of elementary school, then middle school, and now we go to the same high school, with some of the same classes, and I'm still crushing on him. That means that very soon, if not already, which might be the case, there will be the 6th anniversary of my crush, on Cody.
Owowo that's a long time. Most of the other guys I crushed on, either they left the program (In the original 3rd grade class there were about 24 people, which would grow to in 8th grade when the program ended, like 70 or so. And about half of the originals left and were replaced.) or I stopped liking them, which was a few.
I guess he's just that charming.
Ewwy, I feel sick. I have like a small, tiny cough. So I went to the Y today, to keep in shape, and I went swimming in the pool, and did some sets of reasonable difficulty, and I felt really good. So then I got out for the first part of my dryland workout, the second part I do at night. So I put on shorts and shoes and went running on the treadmill.
Now, the workout I do is 2 minutes at 1.5 mph, then 2 minutes at 2 mph, then 2 minutes at 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 mph. Then I do 1 more minute at 10 mph, then I do 1 minute each of 9mph, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.5 mph. It's a half hour and about 3 miles.
On the way up, I was feeling good, not really tired, but then when I got to where I start jogging, 5 mph, then 6, I started to feel sick sort of.
I wasn't incredibly tired, I mean, I was incredibly tired, but I usually am.
But I felt sick. Really sick. My mistake was to keep going.
At 10 mph I was in torture, so much that I didn't even notice how much I was sweating. I stumbled and grabbed the sides of the treadmill and put my feet on the edge.
I took a break, then went back down the set.
Afterwards I was really tired. But more than that, I felt really sick.
Part of that might have been running on an stomach with no food but lots of water in it, that I've noticed will do the trick. And my cough was probably also to blame. I threw up, and headed home.
I barely had the strength to get myself the few miles back.
When I got back, I was really dehydrated. I should have drank before leaving because of how much sweat I was pouring while running. But I thought it might make me sick again. When I got home I sat down, and lay there for a while, and got really warm under a blanket. Warm and dehydrated is a bad combination, as when I got up, I lost my balance and fell on the floor. I might have blacked out for a second, I don't know. If I did, it was just for a few seconds.
So, I went and ate something, and drank water, and just rested. I feel a little better now...
Jesus that was stupid.