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Another round of torture (V02 test)

My selfie from Thursday-morning’s V02 test. 🙂 OMG that was awful, putting me on a treadmill. I asked them, please, put me on the bike. Nope. They said you can’t get a hard enough workout. Idiots. Extremely-frustrating experience, because seriously, I am not good on my feet.

No mask either; I got to breathe through a scuba-type mouthpiece (plus nose clamp).

The test involves stepping up effort to exhaustion. The problem, for me, is that I simply can’t run that fast. I’m hearing and feeling my feet pounding, hard, on the belt. It’s not fun. You’re not in control of anything, like you’d be on an ergobike, where you can change your cadence.

You can’t see your heart rate, and the experience was so unpleasant that it was my feet that took me out of the game. I pushed as much as I could but at some point was in fear of the lack of control and whether it was about to speed up more. I did manage to get to the point where my breathing and “cadence” were sync’d and there was noplace left to go. I asked afterward if my heart rate had gotten above 160, and for how long. Yes, but only for a minute, at the end.

I would love to do another test, on a real bike, and see how I’d do. I am always suspicious of “tests” that, I think, are influenced by talent or pain tolerance. Like a plank test. I have *zero* core strength, but I do well on a plank test because I have a high tolerance for pain.

Forgot perhaps the most-annoying thing. At the end of the test, they have a list of reasons why you concluded it. Such things as, legs hurt, ran out of breath, overall exhaustion, stuff like that. No option for “thought I’d fly off the treadmill.” There’s an assumption that treadmill “speed” = physical workout. No thought given to someone who is simply too clumsy to run quickly. Maybe they could have simply increased the tilt? Such thoughts went through my mind at the time, but you can only give hand signals when you’re gripping a breathing tube with your mouth.

Nobody lives forever, but I’m good for today and tomorrow.

You get older and, at some point, the fact that you’re not going to be around forever becomes something you think about. Perhaps for me the concept of mortality is brought home by way of all the testing that’s been done on my heart & lungs, trying to get to the bottom of my breathing issues. For example, last week I had an electrocardiogram re-test, to see how my heart looks compared to a year ago. This because I now have a real live pulmonologist looking into things for me, and he had some concerns about the very small amount of “valve leakage” that showed up in my prior test, as well as the “athlete’s heart” thing. You can read all about the phenomenon here, but in a nutshell, it’s a normal adaptation of the heart to a lifetime of exercise.

But hey, I’m 61 years old, and it’s not unheard of for people my age to have some weird undiagnosed heart thingee that drops them like a rock. That’s where I have a huge advantage. I’ve now been echocardiogrammed, stress-tested, scanned and then some. My ticker has been pronounced solid.

But until you get the results, things are in a weird state of limbo, and you’re just a bit unsure of how far you should push yourself. What’s going on in that ticker inside your chest?

Finally, Wednesday morning (two rides after the latest round of tests) came the news. The ticker’s good. No progression at all in valve leakage, nothing else to worry about. But a lot of time in-between the test and the results to be thinking about the future, and even the present. Minutes can pass like hours, and interesting thoughts intrude when you’re engaged in things you don’t enjoy, as in, this is time I’ll never get back!

I’m glad those days are over. I’m glad I no longer have thoughts there could be something that could stop me dead in my tracks, without warning. That doesn’t mean I’m immortal though. Nobody is. You keep looking for answers and eventually even the healthiest person will likely find something not-quite-right. But whatever remains isn’t nearly so scary.