Last weekend, I went to a bachelorette weekend/party in Newport Beach for my old college roommate. It wasn’t too crazy — only one person threw up in the car — but it was a lot of not sleeping and getting sunburned.
I got back Monday evening and had five projects to report (which, apparently, more people need to know what actually reporting is - it means doing your fucking work, making calls, talking to people, researching; not just copying and pasting) and write before leaving at 1 p.m. on Friday for Colorado. And, I was still trying to get my workouts in and go to this panel/mixer Thursday.
It didn’t go great.
Then, I spent all weekend in Breckenridge with a bunch of Cal Tri friends (hi, Andy and Christi).
It did not occur to me that a famous ski resort would be at elevation until we were driving there from the Denver airport. Oh. Shit. [The last Cal Tri weekend at elevation ended with me having weird seizures in the bathroom and not being able to keep down water.]
Saturday, we went for the hardest mountain bike ride ever. We’d make it 100m trying to get up a steep hill/pushing our bikes, and then we’d have to stop and gasp and wheeze for a little while. Repeat for 2,000 more feet in elevation gain. Things started to get a little blurry near the top and I got pretty worried, because I was clearly in a condition to have an ‘episode.’ And, as much as the doctor said it’s no big deal, I don’t love the experience. But, we started descending and it was fine.
Then, we went for a three mile run that took nearly 40 minutes and was exhausting. I sat down afterwards and got light-headed. My heart started pounding and didn’t stop for maybe 20-30 minutes. Laying on the couch, I tried to remember what the doctor had said about the whole arrhythmia thing and basically burning my heart out, but then I sort of fell asleep/passed out and woke up ok.
Sleep did not come easy that night.
Sunday, we went for an easier long run, which seemed super easy on the way out, until we turned around and realized we had to run back uphill and into the wind. It again turned into a painful slog.
It’s maybe not a total shock that Monday I had a sore throat, or that the sore throat turned into a shitty drawn-out cold this whole week. I’m not even sure whom of the 30 different people I’ve shared a house with in the last two weekends to blame.
I BLAME YOU ALL.