My self induced brush with death.....
So I know it is common knowledge that exercise is good for you.
But I swear it damn near killed me today.
I didn't go running with Niki this morning, because I am in need of new running shoes, and after our run yesterday my foot was killing me.
In a random moment of inspiration. I thought "hmm, I will ride my bike instead, it will be less impact on my foot."
So there I was, 5:00 in the evening at the beginning of the trail that runs from the art museum to Meredith College. 5 miles, full of hills and curves, sounds fun huh?
Here's a brief description of the weather at that time:
Temp: 92F
Wind: North-Northeast at 2 MPH
Humidity: 54%
Dewpoint: 73F
Barometer: 30.07 inches
Heat Index: 100F
So I start pedalling. Not too bad I thought. Considering the beginning of the trail is downhill. This may not be as bad as I thought. And it wasn't, until I reached the first hill. But I made it up the hill. I was proud of myself. I decided to take a sip of water.
That's when I found out that as thorough as I thought I was in washing out the water bottle and rinsing out the excess dish detergent. I was horribly mistaken. There's nothing to quench your thirst better in 92 degrees than water with a bit of dish soap flavoring.
Not long after that I found it very hard to catch my breath, but I decided to keep going because for all the set backs I was already 1/4 of the way finished.
So when I came to the really big hills I would slow down and walk to try to keep myself from puking up my dishwater. I hate puking, I avoid it at all costs.
By the time I was on the 3/4 stretch I felt like a fish out of water, wheezing coughing walking, queezy, "breathe breathe breathe, if you stop here, they might not get to you in time" I'd tell myself. Sounds dramatic, I know, but I felt like I was going to pass out. I don't have asthma, as far as I know. I think the reason I was having such a hard time breathing was because of all the water/exhaust in the air. It looked overcast and foggy as if it was going to rain.
Before the last 50 or so yards of full on uphill, I decided to take a seat on a bench in the shade to catch my breath. At first I thought I felt raindrops, turns I was more sweaty than I realized. (Dead sexy, haha)
Somehow I made it. I'm sure everyone I passed thought I was crazy. They probably called me Wheezy behind my back. lol
But I'm not giving up. I'm far too stubborn for that.
I'm taking you down, art museum! I will kick YOUR ass one of these days!
Next time I'll pass on the dish detergent flavored water, maybe that'll help.
So I know it is common knowledge that exercise is good for you.
But I swear it damn near killed me today.
I didn't go running with Niki this morning, because I am in need of new running shoes, and after our run yesterday my foot was killing me.
In a random moment of inspiration. I thought "hmm, I will ride my bike instead, it will be less impact on my foot."
So there I was, 5:00 in the evening at the beginning of the trail that runs from the art museum to Meredith College. 5 miles, full of hills and curves, sounds fun huh?
Here's a brief description of the weather at that time:
Temp: 92F
Wind: North-Northeast at 2 MPH
Humidity: 54%
Dewpoint: 73F
Barometer: 30.07 inches
Heat Index: 100F
So I start pedalling. Not too bad I thought. Considering the beginning of the trail is downhill. This may not be as bad as I thought. And it wasn't, until I reached the first hill. But I made it up the hill. I was proud of myself. I decided to take a sip of water.
That's when I found out that as thorough as I thought I was in washing out the water bottle and rinsing out the excess dish detergent. I was horribly mistaken. There's nothing to quench your thirst better in 92 degrees than water with a bit of dish soap flavoring.
Not long after that I found it very hard to catch my breath, but I decided to keep going because for all the set backs I was already 1/4 of the way finished.
So when I came to the really big hills I would slow down and walk to try to keep myself from puking up my dishwater. I hate puking, I avoid it at all costs.
By the time I was on the 3/4 stretch I felt like a fish out of water, wheezing coughing walking, queezy, "breathe breathe breathe, if you stop here, they might not get to you in time" I'd tell myself. Sounds dramatic, I know, but I felt like I was going to pass out. I don't have asthma, as far as I know. I think the reason I was having such a hard time breathing was because of all the water/exhaust in the air. It looked overcast and foggy as if it was going to rain.
Before the last 50 or so yards of full on uphill, I decided to take a seat on a bench in the shade to catch my breath. At first I thought I felt raindrops, turns I was more sweaty than I realized. (Dead sexy, haha)
Somehow I made it. I'm sure everyone I passed thought I was crazy. They probably called me Wheezy behind my back. lol
But I'm not giving up. I'm far too stubborn for that.
I'm taking you down, art museum! I will kick YOUR ass one of these days!
Next time I'll pass on the dish detergent flavored water, maybe that'll help.