Showing posts with label kidneys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kidneys. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 January 2010

Bloody Pressure

If I was the "my cup's half empty" type instead of the "my cup's half full" type I could have a real good whinge about my lot. In addition to my dead kidney, urethral stricture (you don't want to know how I deal with that), bradycardia and high cholesterol it appears that I now suffer from hypertension (high blood pressure) which is, amongst other things, not good for kidneys. This is despite having an extremely healthy diet and doing lots of running. If I'd left it up the doctors I'd be on cholesterol and pressure lowering drugs, have a heart pacemaker fitted and would have opted to have my dead kidney removed.

I know that there are people out there who are far worse of than me. That's one reason I run (because I still can and for those that can't), but with this new condition I'm getting less and less tolerant of people who abuse their health. I lost both my father and brother (aged 47 and 42 respectively) to diseases that were not of their own making so I get really wound up (I know, not good for my blood pressure) when I see people abuse their bodies with cigarettes, crap food and a sedentary lifestyle. The morbidly obese guy I saw last week being given the kiss of life on platform 13 at Manchester Piccadilly station will no doubt agree with me.


So, I've got myself a blood pressure monitor (Omron M6 Comfort)and am monitoring it twice a day for a month before taking the results back to the doc. I've done it for over two weeks now and the results are looking very interesting. It appears that running has a significant and almost immediate effect. After a couple of runs my pressure comes down out of the danger zone (For example it dropped from 156/103 to 124/83) and stays there until I have a rest day during which it shoots up again. So, that means that I have to run every day for the rest of my life if I want to stay off the drugs. Ron Hill must have known this all along (as he's run every day since December 1964!).

I'm getting some weird results in terms of the correlation of heart rate to blood pressure. All the texts say that if heart rate rises than so does blood pressure, but not mine. My very low pulse (35 in the mornings) may have something to do with it but I can't find anything that throws any light on this. Instead of the heart rate and pressure graphs following each other, mine are a mirror image of each other. The higher the heart rate (resting) the lower my blood pressure. As my wife says, I'm not normal.

Anyway, I now have another reason (aka excuse) to run. Can't complain about that can I?

Sunday, 24 June 2007

Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner


Well, I've finally gone and done it. Today I ran at least 27 miles, unsupported. I did the decent thing and went over the Chilterns when I could quite easily have chosen a route on the flatlands to the north of us. So, attired in waterproof jacket and carrying my supplies in my camelbak rucksac I set off in the rain.


The rucksac felt like it weighed a lot more than the 4-5 pounds than it did but it was necessary to my success. As well as the 1.5 litres of isotonic drink (half fresh fruit juice, half water and a pinch of salt) I had three banana, honey and maple syrup sandwiches and a banana for energy replenishment. The cool and wet weather allowed me to get away with just 1.5 litres. If it had been sunny I'd have had to take 2 litres at least. I also had my glasses and contact lens case and emergency clothing (thin thermal vest, winter buff and gloves) and phone in case I came a cropper part way round. Once I got going I didn't notice it and it all adds to the training effort.


The first six miles were rolling and went nice and easy then it was up onto the top via a rather dodgy road that had me trapped in a tight gully at one point. I had to pin myself to the side of the gully to avoid being roadkill. Once on the top the next few miles were fairly flat (and traffic free) till my halfway point which I went through in 1:44. It was here that I caught up with the only other runner I saw all day. I caught her (20ish decked out in all the gear) going downhill and as I passed her my suspicions about her gear fetish were proven when she said "Kayanos. Good shoes!" She then caught me going uphill (story of my life). We had a quick chat before she turned off. She's training for the Dublin Marathon in October.


By this time the rain had eased so I stopped to take of my waterproof and get one of my fantastic sandwiches. They were nice and soggy and went down a treat unlike some of the commercial energy bars that take more energy to eat than they contain. The idea behind my sandwiches is to release energy over a long period. The honey and maple syrup give an immediate boost being largely sugars. The banana takes a bit longer followed by the carbs in the wholemeal bread. It certainly seemed to work for me.


The route got a lot hillier in the second half (sounds familiar), at least by Chilterns standards. The waterproofs came out again when I ran through a downpour and then off again when the sun came out for the last couple of miles.


The 'wall' didn't appear, probably because I was going at tourist pace but also because I'd made sure to keep up my fluid and energy intake. It seemed to work as I didn't feel tired at any point although my lower legs did ache towards the end. I judged the fluids perfectly as I used up the last mouthful when I reached home. I then went on the treadmill to walk for 5 mins to cool down and help keep me loose.


So here I sit, surprised that I can still walk and to be honest suprised at how easy it was, which I put down to my nutrition during the run. I've always known that I could run the distance but now I've actually done it. I'm fairly happy with the time as well considering the circumstances (not racing, self supporting, no cheering crowds etc). This is all to be confirmed (when I drive part of the route to check the distance) but according to my Polar speed pod I went through the magical 42 km in 3:32 and finally reached home after another 2.5 km.


And now for the finale! (Turn away if you're squeamish.) My pee is red! Blood, you're thinking and so was I when I saw it. I was especially worried as I'm carrying a defunct kidney. A few years ago I had a problem with my kidney which proved to only have 25% function. So, they operated on it and now it's got 0% function. "We can take it out for you" they said by way of an apology. "Keep your bloody hands off" I said. When I saw the red urine I was a tad concerned that something had happened to it. Anyway, because of the kidney op we have some wee sticks that test for blood (amongst other things) left over and according to them there's no trace of blood. Here's my theory of what it is: foot strike haemolysis. I only came across this recently but apparently constant pounding on hard surfaces (e.g. road running) will actually smash red blood cells to pieces. This is then filtered out by the kidneys and passed out in urine. I can only assume that the fact that the blood cells (or haemoglobin) are in pieces means that it doesn't react on the wee stick. Just in case you're worried, it's no longer red, just the dark yellow it normally is when I'm dehydrated. Well I did warn you to turn away.


So, all in all it was worth getting up this morning. I've cracked the distance now I need to crack the hills and the speed. Should be able to do something about that over the next couple of months. Just need to get my red blood cells back first!


Ooops, nearly forgot. I nipped into Tesco's this morning to get my bananas and fruit juice and as I was driving out two little piglets dashed out of the farm opposite paying scant regard to the highway code and ran off up the road towards the hills. Thought I might see them later but I didn't. Bet you were wondering what the picture was about.