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#BIOTEL HEART MONITY PATCH#
Midway through my last mile, I felt the patch unglue itself from my chest and fall through my shirt. I started the workout, tentatively poking at the patch to make sure it was still attached as sweat poured down the front of my shirt. On tap: after a mile warm up, four one-mile tempo runs at my hard tempo pace of 7:45 per mile. The next day, Wednesday’s track workout, was the acid test.
On Tuesday, I ran six miles at my 8:45 marathon pace with no ill effects, either to me or to the patch. The monitor was attached on a Monday a few weeks back. I expected a counter argument, but instead, he congratulated me on my dedication to exercise, and grabbed a handful of extra patches for me to use in case it fell off during my run. Instead, I said “I’m training for a marathon, so there will be some serious jogging.” I almost told him the truth, which was about eighty miles over the next 14 days. “How much are you planning on running?” He asked. “The hell I can’t,” I replied as courteously as I could manage through gritted teeth, “the literature tells me, right here,” (animated gesticulating at the small pamphlet opened on the examination table) “that I can exercise, and even shower with this damn thing glued onto my left pectoral.
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“Of course,” the technician said as he demonstrated how to attach it to my chest, “you can’t really wear this while running.” Luckily, since I am in the final training cycle for the California International Marathon, I can wear it while running.
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Once the two weeks are up, I will mail the monitor to a processing facility that will download the data and send it along to a cardiologist, who will then forward any findings to my primary care physician.Īnd I get to wear this thing for two weeks! Yay! Once on the chest, it monitors your heart beats over a two week period. It is attached to the chest by plugging it into a cartridge which itself is attached to a plastic adhesive patch. The monitor is a chip approximately the size of a USB drive. One of these tests is called a “Holter Monitor,” and it looks exactly like this:
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Terms like diet modification, self care and meditation were thrown around.Īfter informing my physician of my family’s history of heart ailments (father and grandfather both passing away from failure of that vital organ), he prescribed a series of tests designed to ferret out how my body is holding up, since I am pretty much halfway and change between birth and the heat death of the Universe. No doubt your run of the mill stress brought on by the usual suspects: job, city living, social concerns, concerns about the future. Mostly harmless, my primary care physician told me. Marathon running has chased back a great deal of the entropy that will eventually encase us all in its comforting coffin, but every once in a while, something slips through.
Time to grab a pair of +1.5’s from CVS and accept the fact that I’m my grandmother now. I didn’t notice it until one day I realized that I couldn’t read small print on the page. Looked about the same, felt about the same, had about the same amount of energy, but over time, little changes made their way through the spiraling DNA that encodes me. There was a brief moment of about eight years duration when I thought I would live forever. It’s called the Check Engine light, and the message behind the persistent little reminder carries a cryptic message.
There comes a point where, after you’ve owned that shiny new car for long enough that the paint begins to fade a bit and the new car smell is a distant memory, that a little red light appears in a previously unnoticed corner of the dashboard where the speedometer lives. Life moves along like a mighty river, doesn’t it? At an age of such a towering height that I never thought I’d actually get there back in my sepia toned youth. Here I am, a “man of a certain age,” if you will, two decades older than most of the adults I knew when I was in high school. When I was in high school, I perceived that adults just a few decades older than me were old and out of touch.
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