Bob and Weave. Bob and Who?

So I'm trying to exercise more, and I get the idea that I'll ride my bike to the store to get the poppyseed dressing I need for the salad I'm going to make for lunch. After walking the kid to school, I hop on my bike and head to the store. Everything is fine on the way there, no pulled muscles, no heat exhaustion, no flat tires. I did bruise my heel when my foot slipped off the pedal, but other than that everthing is cool. I'm feeling good. I made it to the store. Now I just need my dressing and I can head back. Keep in mind that I'm out of shape, really out of shape. The store is 2 miles away. I'm really out of shape. It's 9:00 am and it is already 95 degrees with 100% humidity, and I'm really out of shape. I get about half way back, and I start to feel very nauseous. I shake it off and keep pedaling. Lots of cars are driving past. I keep telling myself that I'm not going throw up. I refuse. I have never thrown-up in public and I'm not about to start now. I keep pedaling. Cars keep driving by. I start to feel light headed as well as increasingly queasy. I keep pedaling. Cars keep driving by. I have emitiphobia, which means I have an intense fear and dislike of vomiting. I start to feel like I'm going to pass out. I keep pedaling even though I'm starting to get tunnel vision. I don't know if it's the heat that's causing this, or my phobia. I keep pedaling. Cars keep driving by. "I will not stop and puke." I keep telling myself. "I will not pass out." I keep telling myself. I begin to bob and weave on the bicycle, because, like it or not, I'm about to pass out. The cars that keep passing me probably think I'm drunk. I finally decide that maybe it might be a good idea if I get off the bike. I start walking with the bike, and gradually start feeling better. By the time I got home, I was perfectly fine. I never did puke or pass out. However, next time I want to ride my bike in 95 degree weather with 100% humidity, I'm going to stay home.

On a completely different note, I want to post this before I forget about it. My son had surgery 3 weeks ago. Apparently, when he was growing, the tissue around his testicles pulled tight and caused his testicles to pull up into his adominal cavity. Therefore, they had to go in and "release the boys", pulling them back down where they're supposed to be. So, the night right after he just had surgery, my nine year old and I have the following conversation.

Austin: Mom, my voice sounds weird.
Me: Yeah, you're hoarse. They had breathing tubes in your throat, and
sometimes it causes your voice to sound funny. Don't worry. It will go
away.
Austin: Awww, man! I thought it was puberty.