Sunday, September 7, 2014
I guess it just makes it more interesting.
A little more challenging.
A lot more difficult.
My AF has been in pound-mode the last two days. Heart making a relentless solid effort to escape the chest cavity by beating through the membrane. As the saying goes, like a big bass drum. It shakes like an earthquake, rumbles, backfires, kicks like a mule.
It saps my energy, sends electrical pings up my neck and into my head, blurs my vision and churns my gut.
But it never hurts. I am constantly on edge, thinking that the next ping might be the big one, but I am able to function. Barely.
Yesterday was long and stressful. I slept little. Today started at 0400. I felt better but by mile 50 and hour 3 of the bike, pushing the little 50c scooter as hard as I could to stay ahead of the leader, I could feel the toll it was taking on my endurance.
I started to talk to myself. Stay with it. Hang in there. Keep your focus. Relax, Stay strong. You can do this.
Was I racing or working?
When the symptoms of Atrial Fibrillation take over, with me, they take over everything.
Makes no difference if I am sitting atop a scooter or my TT bike.