I know the books all say that one should expect shortness of breath thanks to the increased blood volume your heart is pumping around, but wow, today was the first time it was abundantly clear that I have lost my breathing mojo.
It all started when C and I walked 1/2 mile down the street this afternoon to play some tennis for the first time in months (and for only 2nd time this summer – so sad!). I started off winning…and then lost…and lost…and won(!)…and lost…and lost. Yeah, 2-4, game, set, match, or whatever they say. I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon and C hadn’t even broke a sweat, but I was determined to not give up, so we switched sides.
Lose. Lose. Lose. Barely breathing. I QUIT!
We decided to take the long way home to try and get a little more exercise and some quality chat time together, but… um, yeah, that was hard. It was only one mile instead of a half of a mile, but I was dying! My slow moving, ambling walker of a husband kept having to shorten his stride so that I could keep up with him. That is just weird!
To be fair, our house is at 7,100′ – the tennis courts are at 7,025′ – and taking the long way home you go up to 7,150′ before dropping back down to our house, but still, a 125′ elevation gain didn’t use to take it out of me like that, and the restaurant I work at (and run stairs in!) is at 7,800′ and I don’t feel like I get nearly so short of breath. Craziness.
*did I mention that I sneezed while we were playing and peed myself a little bit? sweet. time to work on those kegels.