Brush with Death

I believe I almost met my maker this morning. I had extream chest pains and difficulty breathing. I was light headed and my legs we completely unstable. I think I may have blacked out for a moment--I have know idea of how I got home. See riding a bike with a trolly toting 60+ pounds is not good for your health--but very good for the imagination I guess.

Me and my big ideas--today Marty's school was participating in Walk to School day--so I got the idea that riding bike would be faster. Again, Me and My Big Ideas. First thing I had to pull the bike and trolley out of the garage. Fill all the tires with air (some of them the job required me to repeat my actions). The get the two children in the cart & buckled in--bike helments on. Then ride the bike and all the child weight and mine the .08 miles to the school. Not bad. But coming home, the down hill becomes an up hill and that was hell. I thought I was in shape. That was a slap in the face and a tack in my inflated ego. Part of me wants to try it again so I can get stronger and prove to myself that I am cable--but oh, man I am pretty sure there is a stronger part of my brain that takes on a certain ethnic tone and says "I don't think so". I really hope that is the stronger than my big ideas.

Sometimes I think I need to hire that cricket from the movie and it will be his job to tell me NO. If we would have just walked to school, I would feel a bit tired, but good. This feeling is not good. Okay, so I didn't really almost die--I do have a tendency to be a little dramatic--just a little--but I don't think this is the kind of training I want to put myself through. This type of push may work for some people, but I know myself and it will send me running in the other direction. Maybe I should try just biking on my own again. I need a nap.