Beach in the heat….Not for me!

Beautiful New Smyrna Beach, Florida

Many of you who know me know that I cannot handle the heat.  That is one of the reasons why I moved AWAY from Florida back in 1999. When I moved back to Florida in 2005 with my husband who had never lived down here before, I knew what I was getting into. I KNOW that it’s hot in Florida, I KNOW that I hate the heat.  I KNOW these things, but moved anyway.  I also wanted to be closer to my mom and dad as I had missed them a lot while in NJ for 6 years.  They would come and visit me a few times and I would come down to see them, but it was not the same.  Also, at the time, housing in NJ was at it’s peak and Ron and I really wanted to own a home.  In order to do that we took some extreme chances and moved to Florida. We quit our jobs, said goodbye to our NJ family and friends and left!

As time has gone by (12 years to be exact), things have changed.  Ron and I have gotten older, I was diagnosed with Graves Disease in 2007, my mother passed away in 2012 from brain cancer, Ron recently lost his aunt and uncle within a year of each other and we’ve also lost some friends and other family along the way.  Although it’s been bumpy, I know many who have it much worse than us and am very grateful for the life I have!

I recently went back to practicing yoga after a 4+ month hiatus as my instructor had a pretty bad fall off her bike and had cancelled classes.  Thankfully she is better but is no longer teaching Saturday morning yoga which is a total bummer!  I missed yoga a lot and started going to yoga classes on the beach on Saturday mornings with friends. The first week we went it was extremely hot and the sun was blazing.  I jumped in the water about 4 times during practice because I felt like I was going to pass out. The second week…same thing.  The third week was cancelled and this last week was when the wake up call happened.  Ring, ring…Hi, it’s common sense calling…stop pushing yourself, IDIOT!

The scenario was….. I got home from yoga, had something to eat, drank a ton of water (like I always do) and decided to go food shopping.  I was feeling fine and then all of a sudden I started to get dizzy, nauseous and tired while I was shopping.  I was starting to feel like I did when we were in Vegas 3 years ago for our 10 year wedding anniversary when I almost face planted on the strip in 100 degree weather (or was that from the beer?  Just kidding, it was the heat this time! Honest!).  I seriously felt like I was going to die that day.  Why do I do this to myself?  I always tell myself the same shit “Ohhhh, I can handle the heat” OR “everyone else seems to be dealing with the heat just fine”…fuck time we visit Vegas will be wintertime AND I will go back to hibernating for 4-5 months in Florida until the winter comes or when I can move to cooler climate one of these days.

When I got home from my near pass out, I put the groceries away and laid on the couch most of the day.  The dizzy spells continued on and off for about a week along with hot flashes and weakness.  Granted, it is August in Florida AND I’m on medication that specifically says  do not to be out in excessive heat but I thought, why not test myself and see if I die…right? Needless to say, I am done with blazing hot yoga until it gets cooler and in Florida that may not be until October or November.  In the meantime, I will do yoga at home in the air conditioning…..maybe….