But they had EV charging stations and I took advantage even though I had enough to get to St.
#CFS COFFEE LAKE NONA FULL#
The lots were all full when we got to the Vistor's Center. The apartment cleaned them up and charged me $50. I just couldn't handle packing when I was moving to Korea in 2010, and I left most of my belongings in a pile and just left. Now it is cloudy.Īctually, I may have thrown away the photo album. But I'm pretty sure the Virgin River was clear and I have a photo somewhere to prove it. Though it could be my memory that is faulty. The Scenic Drive used to run right through the Great Arch that formed semi-tunnel over the road. It must've been about 25 years since I've been to Zion national park and it has changed. Then I'll observe the settling effect when I get to Central Valley or Bay Area. But I'm predicting that the threshold will go back up and I'll do just fine in Yosemite. We'll be back on the road on Sunday, so I won't have enough time in Mesquite to observe the settling effect. That's higher than 1 a month that I averaged before the trip. It wasn't as bad in NYC after the cross-country trip, but I still racked up 2 crashes in June. I struggled for almost 2 months after the Thanksgiving trip to Southern California last year. This just about confirms my suspicion that travelling raises the threshold and it collapses back when I settle in.ĭoes it collapse to a lower level than before the travel started? So far the answer seems to be yes. The activities in the second day here was nothing compared to that. My fitbit even congratulated me for climbing 50 stories. The Navajo Loop hike in Bryce Canyon took me 600 feet down and back up. Today, I'm feeling even worse and my pace dropped to 90. My pace was over 100 steps/min and I was walking up and down the stairs. The day after we arrived here I took a day off to rest.
It happened again I settled in and I crashed. They had only temporary lifting effects while travelling, just like Caffeine or Sudafed, only to end up with post-trip struggles. The past trips haven't made much difference.
The real question is, will this long trip have any lasting effect? I wouldn't know for a few months, but chances are that it won't. It will last another month or so if the past is any indication. Now that I settled back in, however, the familiar struggle returned. NYC was still a new environment when I left. But that could be because I was in a more stimulated state on the return trip from NYC than when I started out before. And I didn't lie down, not once, while charging the car on the return trip whereas I had to frequently when I started out on the trip. That means my exercise threshold went way up that I did not keel over by the physical stress that was enough to trigger lip blisters. I had lip sores that I haven't had since I got sick with CFS. The travelling clearly have had an effect on my condition. How is that possible that I could take 16,000 steps and 600 feet elevation gain and still function while traveling, and yet I conk out only with 5 laps slow swim? I haven't taken more than 4000 steps a day either. That seems to have put me on downward spiral and I've been feeling debilitated since. I felt a little better on the 24th after struggling for a few days, so swam 5 laps. So the conclusion about this experiment will have to wait for at least for another month.Ī week since we settled in Sacramento, and the post-trip struggle continues. I'll have to treat this as part of the "travel treatment" and then observe the after-effect when I return. It's a long, private family story, so don't ask. I have to go abroad for a month in a few days. A promising start to the post-trip phase if that materializes. That will be only a week of post-trip struggle. 2 km is the normal distance I was walking before the trip, which means my exercise threshold is no worse than before the trip. If I don't crash again tomorrow, I'll declare the post-trip struggle over. Any case, I must've finally recovered from the 3 day post-trip crash. It's only 85 in SF, yet they were treating it like a natural disaster. My phone buzzed all the while with the heat warning. I walked 1.3 miles, or about 2 km, from the car garage to the hotel in Mission District. The ding ding sound of F train, the smell of joints on the street and the sight of homeless poop marked the true home coming. Sacramento was supposed to be the end, but it wasn't home.
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