As I approach forty, I notice more and more wrong with my body. I’ve got aches in my joints, a little bit of mitral valve prolapse, a degrading C6-C7 disc in my neck, a white-matter hyperintensity on the front of my brain, and my hearing’s been going since my days in the Army. And now there’s a new interloper on the block: asthma.
See, for the last 18 months or so, I’ve had problems with fatigue, shortness of breath, and a drop in my power output when I’m on the bike.
During my full work-up a few months ago, they subjected me to a lung function test, and while my lung capacity is above average for my size (a happy 6.5 liters), my flow rates had some issues. Two weeks ago, during Theo Wirth CX, I heard someone wheezing, looked around and realized that it was me. A rude shock to be sure.
I am now on albuterol, which is a good thing. As a precautionary measure, I’m going in for an echocardiogram to ensure that the mitral valve prolapse hasn’t gotten any worse.