fainting
I still think I'm in good shape, despite the fact that about four years ago, after walking 10 miles, I got so tired and dehydrated that I passed out at my favorite pizza place.
fainting
I’m a fainter. No, I don’t need to loosen my stays. No, I don’t have smelling salts. I don’t have the vapors. There is nothing coquettish or old-timey or ladylike about it.