Thursday, July 3, 2008

Dr. Holter, I Presume



Above is a picture of Florence overlooking the Arno River. Florence is a beautiful, historic city home to Michelangelo's David and Botticelli's Venus. I highly recommend the trip if you can.

Yesterday I went in for my Holter monitor. I didn't really know what to expect (other than I would be getting a shave:). That was the worst part I guess, dry razor, alcohol rub down and an emery board scuffing of the afore mentioned areas. Seven paddles attached and connected to a recorder about the size of a cigarette pack. I asked if I could work out and the nurse was surprised, no one had ever asked that -- mainly because the typically see octogenarians. Anyway, it was not too bad aside from the itching!

Weather did not comply and I did an hour+ on the trainer. It felt good actually, listening to music, dry and reading bad closed-captioning on the news. I ramped it up pretty good, even did a couple sets of jumps just to ensure my Holter got a workout too. Hard not to get it wet with all the sweat -- hope I'm no buying this unit!

The rest of the night was typical, quietish, walking the girls, watching Olympic swim trials. I still get nervous when the competitions starts, a left-over from my seven years of competing I suppose.

All was well until 2:00 a.m. when the smoke alarms went off! There is something that triggers one (dust, moisture, etc) and they all synch to go off together. Why is it always in the dead of the night!? I have to do some investigating into that next. At the least, should give the cardiologist a good read.

Weights tonight, hopefully and some good rides over the 4th.

Happy Independence Day to all and enjoy the start of TdF!

Spin On

1 comment:

Spengahli said...

Watched the prologue of the Td'F. Noticed that some of the max heart rates at along the last couple of clicks were running in the 170's, so I really hope that your spikes are an anomaly of the equip and perhaps the heat and flat ground that you always have to push along. At the end of my last ride, after slotting through the interest of 20+ dogs, chased by 3, sprayed down 1 ... a bit of irony struck me; as I train and ride to save some dogs, others try to kill me!