There's Fear... and Then There's Fear


A new demon has raised its head...

I hadn't blogged about this before because a) I didn't want to sound like I was whining, and b) I'm human. I hoped that if I ignored this, didn't write about it, didn't talk to anyone it would go away...

I took about two and a half weeks off biking, while I had a cold and then while it was raining. When I started again last week, my conditioning was down; I expected that. What I didn't expect was the pain.

It starts in my chest just below my collarbone, after I've been going uphill about 10 minutes. If I don't slow down, it gets worse and spreads to my shoulders and arms. It doesn't feel like a muscle thing; it doesn't bother me on a downhill run. It seems like it's too high to be my heart, but what do I know? It might be an asthma or bronchial thing, perhaps.

The point is, it hurts like bloody blazes, and it's not getting better. I'm back to "getting out and pushing" two or three times each uphill run. Stubborn person that I am, I'm keeping on with the biking (I've discovered that if I slow down to an arthritic jogger's pace and deliberately pant like an overheated puppy, I can keep going longer) but I need to break down and make a doctor appointment.

I hate making doctor appointments. Especially if I suspect I'll be told to stop doing something I really want to do...

Blast and damn, JUST when I was getting into good enough shape to do some serious day hiking, too. It's not fair.

Oh, well. Excuse me while I pedal in slow motion back to the train station, hyperventilating all the way... ;-)

Posted: Tue - November 2, 2004 at 05:24 PM   | | | | |


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