Leading up to my wedding in May, I was just like most other brides—incredibly stressed. Finishing all the last-minute tasks was intense, and I felt so worried about the weather holding out. When my wedding day finally rolled round, I felt physically great.
I was so excited to marry my love, Dylan, and it turned out to be the greatest day I could have wished for. I wanted to enjoy every moment of the celebration, knowing that Dylan and I were flying to Italy for our honeymoon just two days later. Frankly, I don’t think anything could have burst that newlywed bubble.
We took an overnight nine-hour flight to Rome, and let me just say, the jet lag hit us like a ton of bricks. Nonetheless, we tried to maximize the time we had in the Italian capital by exploring the city despite the exhaustion. It took a couple of nights to catch up on sleep, but after that I felt amazing.
I was in a great place mentally and physically, having the time of my life on this adventure. Before long, Dylan and I made our way over to Sorrento for the next leg of our honeymoon. There was a gym inside the hotel, so I tried to fit in some cardio and light weights at the beginning of the day (after all, there was a lot of pizza on the trip, so I wanted some balance).
During the workouts, I was easily fatigued which was odd, but I just attributed that to the lack of air conditioning and the wine the night before. I guess I couldn’t expect myself to be in peak physical condition in the middle of a vacation. After that, we made our way to Monopoli for the final leg of the trip.
The day after our arrival, I woke up early to go for a run around the city. After about half a mile, I felt short of breath and a bit dizzy. By the time I reached the one-mile mark, I had to stop to catch my breath by the marina.
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