My donor’s lungs are earning their keep. I had been getting ready for a 35-mile bike ride to promote organ and tissue donation on the North Fork on LI. Biking here and there for up to 20 miles previous to last Sunday’s ride (May 22). I was doubtful I could do the whole ride because last year, I only was able to do half–17.5 miles. I had not practiced riding outside then, only at my gym. I had tennis elbow last year and after going halfway, everything hurt. It was hard for me to admit defeat as I thought hat I could handle it. I only biked at the gym beforehand which is nothing compared to biking outdoors with hills, wind resistance and other people!
Training for this ride meant going on outdoor bike rides instead of just biking at the gym. My first outings biking outdoors in Manhattan were daunting. I felt so out of shape and out of breath. I usually bike about 45 minutes at the gym and am fine.
I started training for this ride about a month ago and between all the rainy weather and me being lazy, I only got out there 6 or 7 times. I went twice around Central park and thought I might die! And so did the the joggers beating me on the uphills, me gasping for breath. But I guess the perseverence paid off.
Why do I write about this? Is it to be self-congratulatory? OK, slightly. But more than that, I want people who have CF who are considering a lung transplantion to realize that the impossible might become reality. Riding a bike outside was not possible any more for me years prior to lung transplant. After getting my lung tx 11 years ago, I was able to bike outdoors, play tennis (had not done since I was in my 20s). After my tx, it was like going from zero to 60 mph instantly.
In the past few years after many sinus infections, my PFTs were starting to head south. I do exercise as much as possible but was not making them go back up. I figured, this might be my new level. But after pushing myself to bike and really exert myself, my PFTs rose 10%. Aside from biking, I was not doing anything so differently. My feeling is, I am glad that I had the energy and lung power to push myself, even though it was not pleasant at first. Doing the 35-mile bike ride gave me a renewed sense of setting a goal and going for it. Even if I might fail, I will have learned something from it. Luckily, I triumphed this time.
Hoping that all your goals are accomplished.