Sleepy highway 71 has been clobbered with northbound traffic today as folks flock to tomorrow's darklands.
I hiked 8.76 miles this morning (just about zackly a third of a marathon) and about 2.5 miles of that was along 71 facing the northbound traffic.
I'd have taken a different route if I'd known about or anticipated the mass of speeding vehicles. But I didn't, so I didn't. I was reasonably careful and there were no close calls, but today the route was statistically quite a bit more risky than it normally is.
The hike was an excellent workout but I did suffer another bout of dizziness/lightheadedness/hypotension. Today it actually set in with about 1.5 miles to go and I'm afraid it was nip and tuck there for the last bit. I really wanted to quit, and I could have called someone for a ride I suppose, but there was no way I was gonna give in. Death before dishonor and all that. Kipling kept me going as I filled the unforgiving distance with 25 minutes worth of distance staggered. I made it, I survived.
I looked up post-exercise hypotension (PEH) and read some very interesting (and challenging) papers. I'm starting to think that I've got more of a physiological challenge going on than a cardiac problem, but I'll reserve final judgement until the data come in. I've lost 80 pounds of flab since February and I'm rebuilding a lot of muscle, I suspect things will even out when the process brings me a bit closer to actual fitness.
The increased exercise is only part of the fitness equation. I've significantly reduced caloric intake and I think I've largely cleared the dopaminergic hurdle of overeating. The larger question is whether I'll keep it up (especially when the weather gets nasty) or return to my slovenly, gluttonous ways. Only time will tell.
|This read north of 330 back in February.|