Problem solved!

Wheel full 70px I don’t see my sister Sue (and the rest of her family- great folks all) enough- about once every ten years on average after we went our separate ways on reaching adulthood.  She is the only other person in my life besides my mom (R.I.P. – hi mom!  Miss ‘ya!) who has been conferred the privilege of calling me “Dave” without incurring an annoyed look.

Wheel full 70px So Sue put her mind to helping me deal with the Florida heat…

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Wheel full 70px If you have a favorite brother or sister, call them up right now and tell them how special that they are to you.  I know mine is.

I don’t want to scare the horses

Wheel full 70px I won’t post a picture of my fat stomach here directly, but if you want to see what I am working on while riding, go to the link at the bottom of this post.

Wheel full 70px You have been warned, though.  IT AIN’T PRETTY.  I don’t like having a body like Jabba the Hutt.  That said, I am not into fat shaming.  If someone is obese and he or she is OK with that, then I’m OK with that too.  I don’t want to be obese any more, but I’m not claiming that the way I live my life should be a model for anyone else.

Wheel full 70px I will post an “after” pic at the end of the ride.

Wheel full 70px Here it is [linkie].

Weigh-in #4

Wheel full 70px The nice grandmotherly lady at the front desk of St. Vincent’s Medical Center in Jacksonville listened to me explain about my bike trip and that I needed to weigh myself every Monday and that I couldn’t find a doc-in-the-box and that the scale in the Publix Market only went to 300 pounds and that I… and she stopped me there, looked me up and down (I had on my helmet, cycling shirt and shorts) and said,

You don’t look like you weigh more than 300 pounds.”

Wheel full 70px I was ready to give her a big kiss right there on the spot.  Anyway, per SVMC’s ER scale:

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Wheel full 70px Getting close to being 25 pounds gone from when I started really keeping track.  And so close to the 330s, too.  I’m ready to keep this up- who knows where we will make it to by the end of the ride?

 

 

A Shout-out!

Wheel full 70px Here’s to Aero Tech Designs and Scosche, companies that were incredibly responsive when I found myself missing items at the last minute in Alaska to pack for the flight to Florida and the start of the trip.

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Wheel full 70px I ordered all my biking clothes from Aero Tech.  The company has sizes for guys like me- 3X and 4X tall.  When we opened the package the clothes came in early last week Heather and I thought we had been shorted a pair of shorts (funny that, eh?) so I called the company’s customer service folks and asked if the order could be made whole.  I explained I was leaving on Friday and doubted that anything would make it to Alaska before I left.  I asked that the replacement be sent to the ZenCog Bike Shop hoping it would arrive by today.  Well, it was there Saturday when I arrived.

Wheel full 70px The best (or worst, depending on your perspective) part.  In our last mad pass through the house looking for the tiny charging base for the Scosche heartbeat per minute sensor armband, we found the missing shorts still wrapped under the end of the bed among the dust bunnies.  I’m gonna call Aero Tech customer service back today and pay for the shorts and the company’s shipping cost.  Sheesh.

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Wheel full 70px The Scosche charging base situation was clearly my fault from the get go.   The thing is tiny – not much larger than a quarter with some rectangular extensions on the sides.  I charged the sensor when it arrived so that I could check it out and thought I had put the base among the things to be packed. Hah!  Fail!   We kept thinking we’d find it, so put off calling Scosche for a replacement.    After a while I just forgot about it until I started the frenzied packing two days before I was supposed to leave. I called Scosche customer service on Thursday,  explained that I was flying out mid-day Friday and asked if there was any way that a new charging unit could be sent by the end of the week so as to hopefully arrive in Jacksonville today.  Like the cycling shorts from Aero Tech, The charging base arrived on Saturday. The FedEx guy actually walked into the store about 10 minutes after I arrived.

Wheel full 70px I can’t say good enough things about these companies. I am so glad to be dealing with them in connection with my trip.

So far so good

Wheel full 70px Well, 1,435 air miles/2,300 kilometers down.

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Wheel full 70px The flight to Orlando boards in about two hours.  It gets in at five in the morning tomorrow.  What are they doing, driving the plane there?

Wheel full 70px So, before I start addressing substantive stuff, I need to rant.  It is clear that the WordPress app and the iPhone 6 Plus hate each other.  Images are just about impossible to insert without causing huge consternation, the cursor jumps around randomly, saves are sometimes a roll of the dice, cutting and pasting  anything simply doesn’t work most of the time.  Those sorts of things.  I could go on, but I’ll bet you get the picture.  I’m looking at 10 or so weeks of this sort of frustration, but I’ll do that without complaint for you folks who are so kind as to read and even follow this blog.  Some issues are created by my slow progress up the learning curve, but others indicate to me that the app is seriously broken.

Wheel full 70px Anyway, rant off. I need to go and enter the contents of Alaska Airlines’ wretched “Tapas Box” into MyFitnessPal.

David Edgren

Well, [expletive deleted]!

Wheel full 70pxIt’s been a pretty tough day.

Wheel full 70pxYou’ll recall from yesterday that today was the second day of my cardio stress test.  The treadmill day.  I was a little apprehensive, as I really do not like the device, and stay as far away from them at the Alaska Club (the fitness gym Heather and I belong to) as I can.

Wheel full 70pxThe day started innocently enough.

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“Come in to my parlor…”

Wheel full 70pxRich, the nuclear med tech, started out the day as yesterday, with a gamma ray emitter injection.  A short wait then it was off to the treadmill.

Wheel full 70pxThe object of this day of a cardio stress test, in case you’ve never had one, is to crank your heart rate, measured in beats per minute (BPM), most of the way up to the max exertion you are supposed to be able to tolerate, then watch EKG readings for any abnormalities.  The max BPM is calculated according to as follows:

Now, a doctor will tell you that this formula is just a guide.  For a young athlete it may be adjusted upwards.  For an old geezer like me, it will almost certainly be lower.  Per the formula, though, my max BPM is 220-63 (my age, unfortunately), which is 157.  So the test was likely shooting for a BPM of 130-135 or so to take measurements at.

Wheel full 70pxThe short story is that I made it to 130 or so and was doing great.  My EKG waves started and had stayed picture perfect.

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My GP doc, Natalie Beyeler, was there, encouraging me along.  When they cranked up the treadmill to the next level, though- steep grade and I was almost running at this point- my BPM went to 135 and then my oxygen saturation levels suddenly crashed, sending the heart readings haywire.  The O-sat level hit 85 and Dr. Beyeler stopped the test, although I was able to continue to walk all the way through about a two minute “cool-down” phase at a slow speed and on a level grade.

Wheel full 70pxThe bottom line is that, while my heart appears to be doing great, my lungs just aren’t (right now at least) doing their bit.  I will probably do just fine on the flat or up mild inclines on the road, but it is clear that my ability to climb real hills and then mountains is in question at this point.

Wheel full 70pxSo my doc has scheduled a few more tests next week.  On Wednesday, the 12th, I’ll have a pulse-oximetry test, an echocardiogram, and a pulmonary function test scheduled one after the other.  On Friday we’ll have the results and Doctor Beyeler and I will confer further.  We’ve known all along I’ve had asthma in the background and my O-sat level usually sits around 93 or 94, which is a tad lower than it should be at my age.  I’ve never smoked, worked in a coal mine, played with asbestos, or done other stuff knowingly that would damage my lungs.  I did have severe childhood asthma, though, and have carried around a rescue inhaler (which expire before they are ever used) for years.

Wheel full 70pxSo I won’t go into options or courses of action at this point, I’m pretty raw still over this happening, and it is no time to make significant decisions, especially since I’ll have much more information by the end of next week.  I did go out tonight and bought, at Wal-Mart of all places, a middling good oximeter- the device that they clip on your finger at the start of a doctor’s appointment- to measure O-sats during rides and workouts.

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The device, which measures continuously, was just a little less than $36.  Over the course of a 45 minute ride on the exercise bike at moderate resistance at a ten mile/16 kilometer per hour speed, it never went below 92 and hit 95 a couple of times right before the end of the workout.  I was more focused on breathing deeply than I had been, but this just confirms my sense that the long almost flat weeks of The Long Warm-Up section of my planned route (The Atlantic Coast to Little Rock, Arkansas) is my friend.

Wheel full 70pxAny thoughts?

David Edgren