A new thing happened to me today (that I'm aware of). A meltdown. At the finish line of my #marathon.
The marathon started very well. My pace was amazing and I was having the best of times.
It was my second marathon on that course, which I appreciate on many levels, but relevant here is the fact that because we're on a bicycle path in the woods, there's not much cheering on the side. Said otherwise, for long stretches, we only hear other runners foot steps, which is soothing.
But during the second half, I was doing less and less good. I thought it was my stomach (well... it was, but not only). I have battled my own head for the last... 8km at least, where I was certain I would collapse at the finish line, if I ever got there.
(There's always negociation with oneself during these events, at least for me, like: it's ok to be a bit slower, I can settle on a "worst" finish time...)
Legs and feet were hurting, sure, it's a marathon. My fifth. I know what to expect by now and I love races (of all distances). I love being part of that community and running alongside them. I feel connected like nowhere else.
At the finish line, I stayed on my 2 feet. I tried going to expo, but turned back and went for medical assistance. My throat felt tighten, I had difficulty breathing and speaking.
I had to sit in the shades, as isolated as permitted by the temporary installations, with my loops in my ears. (I eventually switched to my AirPods Pro to have noise cancelling plus soothing music).
I felt overwhelmed. Really overwhelmed.
And I really couldn't speak. I even wrote a note explaining that, which I showed to the doc.
It took me an hour, they took my vitals, then I was better.
The staff was awesome and supportive, event though they clearly had no idea what an #autistic meltdown was.
Eventually I was able to come back home, by taking a longer route to avoid traffic.
I'm exhausted.
#actuallyautistic #autisticMeltdown