Tunnel

Well, I am back for another weekend of learning.  This module is on senior and otherwise adaptive yoga styles and it is very informative.  Last week, on my way to the greyhound station, I decided to walk through quite a long tunnel to see if I could manage it.  It's not really set up for pedestrians, but I thought I would try to save a few bucks.  All was going well as I huffed up the hill to the tunnel and I noticed that my heart rate was claiming at a steady-but not alarming-rate.  Upon entering the tunnel, I decided to focus on the steps in front of me and not the obscene smells and incredible lack of distance between me and whizzing, oncoming traffic.  About mid-point through, my breath got shallow and the vertigo started.  There was a tingle on my occipital ridge and my vision went fuzzy.  I knew what was next.  I had to decide if I was going to turn back, sit down or run like a crazy bag lady to the end. I kept my hand on my belly and pushed my fingers in hard and made my legs walk what seemed like an eternity to the end.  It was like one of those bad dreams where the object of safe-haven is just out of reach no matter how far you travel.  It was so intense -- I honestly was in fear of losing my lunch one way or another.  

I made it to the station and splashed water on my face, then decided to just dunk my head in the sink. That was some hard Yoga,