50 miles before calling my big brother to rescue me.
We set out on a hilly route and I should have cried uncle earlier when we could have still shortened the ride. My doctor is tapering me off Lexapro and I am in withdrawl hell, my stomach feels constantly like I am car sick and I can't sleep. So of course with my stomach wonky I don't feel like eating which means my energy level for exercising is lower. Plus my body seems to be struggling to regulate it's temperature so even though it was mild for Texas summer, I was overheating.
Silly me thought if I just kept a lower pace I would still be fine for 75-80 miles. Plus we are working on riding longer before we go to New Mexico for vacation so I figured I needed to get some miles under me. I knew there would be a tailwind the last 25 miles so it should be a piece of cake to deal with the Lexapro problems. Hey, we all have stupid days right? Luckily I have an awesome family and they all have trucks so I got to quit before I got too sick. When he got to us I was teetering on the edge of throwing up, not fun. My brother being the safety manager for the construction company he works for was of course worried but trying to baby me on what to do to recover. I love my brother.
Last edited by Aggie_Ama; 07-04-2010 at 11:11 AM.
Amanda
2011 Specialized Epic Comp 29er | Specialized Phenom | "Marie Laveau"
2007 Cannondale Synapse Carbon Road | Selle Italia Lady Gel Flow | "Miranda"
You don't have to be great to get started, but you do have to get started to be great. -Lee J. Colan