Hey everyone, this is Ian and this is my first time blogging. I'll be honest, it has something to do with the verbal lashing I received for not having posted on here earlier. So, for my first blog, I decided to write about my near DEATH experience tonight. This is serious stuff people! I'm writing tonight about basketball. Yes, basketball, and it almost killed me tonight. But, before I get to tonight, I should start earlier, 8 years earlier to be exact.
In September of 2002, during one of my first weeks at Riddle, a group of us went down to the gym to play basketball. After about 30 mins I actually thought there was something wrong with me. My lungs were killing me, my muscles (please hold your laughter) ached and I was very short of breath. But fret not my friends, I was OK, turns out I was just not used to the low oxygen levels this mile high city provided. After 4 years of activity here, however, I was able to not feel too effected by the lack of oxygen.
The last 4 years here have definitely been much different for me in the activity department. aside from softball once a week for a couple of months a year and chasing Ray around the house, the majority of my time is spent watching TV. Sad but true people. Now, I will say that I still haven't felt short of breath even with my lack of activity. That was, until tonight...
Once again, basketball was the culprit. I haven't touched a basketball since senior year of college, and it was evident tonight. I used to think that the softball games would give me a decent cardio runabout. Never again will I have that misconception. The only difference between tonight and that night in September 2002 was that it didn't take 30 mins for to feel like death, I'd say it was about 10 mins of actual play time and I was DONE! The lungs were on fire, I was lightheaded and then came the muscle cramps. This was all extremely embarrassing considering that at 26, I was the second youngest player there. I mean DX,sorry work initials in use, is like 90 and he was running circles around me. I have no doubt that my 5 month pregnant wife could have out run me tonight, with all of her Crossfit nonsense. (And she wonders why I won't go with her there)
Something's gotta change. I mean, really Ian? Come on! Don't get me wrong, I'm still not gonna do Crossfit, Nicole is right, that crap is HARD. The one time that I went I puked before I even finished the workout, it's intense. For the time being I'm gonna start slower. More basketball and bike rides mixed in with some workouts from Ted, Nicole's dad, mixed in. Hopefully, the next couple of games I won't feel like I'm dying!
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