I decided to see if I’d truly whipped the POTS I was diagnosed with late last summer with a little afternoon jaunt. You see, in August of last year, leaning against the wall was enough to send my pulse racing to 140 beats-per-minute and turn my legs into jelly. It also forced me to take two hour naps in the middle of the day to function at all. It’s not as much fun as it sounds.
Never exactly one to ease myself into anything, I prepped a light daypack of 15 lbs and went for a solo five-mile hike at a nearby park. It wasn’t climbing Kilimanjaro, but considering I was getting my butt kicked going up a flight of stairs 9 months ago, I was tickled that I made the trip without even getting seriously winded, in exactly 2 hours. We’ll see what my legs think about this sudden and unexpected abuse tomorrow, but for now I am very happy.
I did get a nice photo of a trailside sign. Anyone able to guess where I was?Update: I was at Harris Lake County Park, on the Peninsula Trail, which I suspect would be a good spot to mix fishing in with the hiking, due to the number of small ponds along the trail and the lake itself.
And of course, the reason for the sign and the three-eyed fish, Shearon Harris Nuclear Power Plant.
There must be an on-site shooting range facility for the security team, because I heard sporadic weapons fire to the right of the 523-foot-tall cooling tower the entire time I was on the trail.