Okay, so I've always been a bit of a workoutaholic. But since I miscarried a couple months ago, it's been even more so...it's a release. Tonight I was running like mad on the treadmill in the gym of our apartment complex, a usual daily activity....and suddenly I woke up in a heap at the end of it. Luckily my husband was there, he's now scolding, lecturing, ordering me not to move from the couch and forcing gatorade and water down my throat.
I hope this calms me down...is there some kind of actual diagnosable (is that a word?) disorder that has to do with this? I'm trying to decide if I should talk to a doctor.