I nearly pass out on my afternoon run

Distance: 10.25 kilometers

Duration: 01:12:00

Playlist: Carly Rae Jepsen, The Chainsmokers, and Haim

Never have I felt this way, except for one panic attack I had on the road months ago. I wouldn’t count that as such, because I was walking, listening to an Eckhart Tolle audiobook.

My running app notifies I won’t hit sub 1 when it says that in my 9th kilometer, I’ve been running for 59 minutes. A big upset, for I am a guy who take things too much. I am certain something is wrong when I’m supposed to sprint when my legs just won’t.

So I stagger on my way home, still thinking of water, the lines on the road resembling ocean waves. The black dog stares at me with suspicion.

I face down, and stare at the lines of the concrete dancing hazily. I stick out my tongue, wanting much of air and hydration. In my mind I am saying, water… water… water… water… But home is one and a half kilometer away.

I nearly trip with my eyes (or mind?) failing to see the asphalt of the road lying still.

I think I doze off for seconds. For many times. Is micro-sleep such a word?

I nearly pass out.

Not an ideal space to collapse. There is not a single street light on the road, not a single person rescuing me. The nearest house is a kilometer away. Thanks to the tricycle driver for alerting me. If I pass out there he may run me over.

Slow down.

So I stagger on my way home, still thinking of water, the lines on the road resembling ocean waves. The black dog stares at me with suspicion.

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