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I used to be able to go on rides at amusement parks that spin and feel fine. Star spinning with my campers was a breeze. I lived for windy, country roads.
My rebellion against motion started when I became a driver. I got so used to driving, that when I became a passenger (in the backseat), I easily became carsick. Gone were the days of reading or doing puzzles in the car.
After that, windy roads became a problem. Not while I was driving them, but as a passenger, I could not handle them. The first time I realized it was on a mission trip in Jamaica. Sitting in the back of a non-air-conditioned van for four hours of windy, bumpy roads=upset stomach for me.
Funny enough, it was another mission trip where I really got carsick. The windy roads of West Virginia were so much fun when I was driving. When I was a passenger in another car on those same roads...well, thankfully I made it to the side of the road before losing my dinner.
So, after all of these experiences, I am not quite sure why I volunteered to be the person who spins in circles for a minute during a game the other night. It was a Minute to Win It game with some school moms. After successfully running the board, our team needed another win to clench the title of...well, there was no title, but a grand prize of juice boxes to win.
I stepped up to the challenge, grabbed the edge of the toilet paper and spun in circles, wrapping myself up like a mummy.
Even though I felt a bit dizzy afterwards, I still felt well enough to enjoy some cake that was smartly offered after that part of the game. I still felt okay as my neighbor and I walked to her van. I did not feel okay as we took back roads home to our neighborhood.
I kept my head between my legs as we talked of other things, but suddenly I knew it was over. She pulled over and I lost my Bravo dinner in some stranger's front yard.
What really bums me out is that I lost such a great meal.
As if that was not ridiculous enough, as I was throwing up, a pick-up truck slowed down and yelled out the window, "Hey, we have to do the same thing!" They drove past us and slowed down a little up the road. Apparently, we all need privacy when throwing up on the public street.
As I approach another thirty something age (seriously, I forget how old I actually am sometimes), I am wondering what has happened to my body? What has happened to the body that could eat anything it wanted and not gain a pound? That could go rock climbing without a fear of falling? That could sleep anywhere and not feel sore the next day?
That could spin in a circle for a minute without losing a meal?
Oh, that's right. I am in my 30's and have three children. That's what happened.