Who: Open to All/Multiples Welcome What: A simple jog When: Tuesday, January 22, morning Where: Abacus Institute Rating: Low [TW for anyone with emetophobia]
To say Lera liked to exercise was an understatement.
Weight-lifting, stretching, running - any sort of physical activity, Lera liked to do. She liked to keep her body moving. While she did enjoy it, it was for more than that. When she was told of her neuropathy, she knew her muscles would one day give out. That fear enveloped her heart and it was awful. To combat against it, her parents had her and her siblings involved in various sports.
And it seemed to work! As long as she was active, then things were okay. It was why she studied and found remission for herself. It was why when she learned of the neuropathy's slow resistance to her treatments, she pushed herself even more. As long as she was active, it meant things were okay. It would work. She wouldn't let it win.
But sometimes it was too much. Every now and then, Lera found herself doing too much. This morning was no exception. She had been running for at least half an hour when she felt her stomach churn. Clutching it, she quickly ran over to the bushes, where she vomited and hoped no one saw or heard.
When she was done, she wiped her mouth and took a few slow, deep breaths. That wasn't the neuropathy winning, right? She still had control over herself, didn't she? Thoughts and worries ran through her head as she tried to catch her breath. The fear tried to sink into her heart again and it just made her feel even sicker.