Bonk?

So I thought I'd do a quick road loop this afternoon. I had a light but good lunch at 1. Took a ride at 3. It was windy on the way back but I was enjoying it, even if it was a bit chilly. Then about mile 25-27 somethin just hit me. I wasn't feeling at all hungry up until this point. I tried to shake it off for a mile or to, drink my water, but when I hit the road that heads back to Gilbert, all I could manage was 8 or 9 mph (on my Bianchi), I barely got up that hill on the corner. All I could think of was to head to Paul's. As cars passed I was pretty wobbly. I eeked into Gilbert, and unfortunately Paul wasn't there. I knew something was up, and so I headed to anyone that looked like they were home. I got to a neighbor of Paul's and asked for some help, some food or something? They nicely brought me a granola bar. But as I tried to stand there, I was super dizzy. I just took a knee. The father and mother that was walking out said to come inside. They sat me in their living room and put a blanket on me. I slowly got some Dr. Pepper down and stared at the floor, very nauseas. About 10 minutes later (at least I think it was) I was on my feet. But the Dad was ready to take me home. I was so confused at my body that I thankfully obliged. A short trip back and I just felt better and better. I got back safe, and felt great actually, but the Dad wouldn't take money or anything! I owe these people whose names I didn't even get a big thank you, and need to stop by there tomorrow to say so, I got a big bottle of Dr. Pepper and new box of granola bars to start. I know I'm not diabetic, but I definitely had some imbalance! I've bonked from lack of food before, but that gradually came on, and I could just plug through the cravings. This was debilitating, humbling, strange...

So thanks to Paul's neighbors. Paul if you read this, I'll be up there sometime tomorrow.