It was just supposed to be 2 beers after work...Johnny GUARANTEED it...

I went for a stress test today as part of my yearly physical. I was looking forward to it because I wanted to see how long I would last until I hit my maximum heart rate. Last year when I was out of shape I think I lasted 9 or 11 minutes.

When the technician hooked me up she saw my heart rate was 48 bpm and figured that this was going to be a long test. Her normal time spent doing the test is around 6 - 9 minutes. She told me that the maximum time they go is 21 minutes and was pretty sure I'd get there. She also didn't think I'd hit my maximum which was in the 170's, but so long as I could get to 85% of my maximum heart rate, the test would be valid.

I ended up getting to just over 18 minutes and was well on my way to 21 minutes, when one of the electrodes fell off due to my sweating, which forced us to stop. In less than 30 seconds my heart rate went from 160 bpm down to 60 bpm and my blood pressure was in the perfect range. She said that I'm the fittest person she has tested in at least 5 years and she has done over 5000 of these tests in that time. After the test she said I motivated her to go exercise tonight. I told she made me feel good with all her kind words.

After work I decided to go out with Johnny for no more than two beers and then I was going to go home and do my 55 minute tempo run. The two beers turned into a $198 bar bill at Jack Astors. I figured we had a minimum 40 beers between us, probably more. Needless to say we were in no shape to drive. We were debating whether or not we should do a "Thelma and Louise" and take off to Vegas, I was prepared but Johnny chickened out. We ended up cabbing it to Johnny's house instead and I was going to stay over the night.

John's wife wasn't impressed when we showed up drunk, she never is. Johnny ordered some pizza and I ate it all while he dozed off, when he woke up he was hungry but there was no pizza left, I just laughed. What wasn't funny was I slipped on Johnny's very steep stairs and ended up bruising my back and elbows. It was a major fall, John's daughter ran from the other room because it sounded bad. She asked me if I was okay, I said "I've been better".

I was going to sleep there but ended up cabbing it home. Finding a phone, the cab companies phone number and John's street address was an adventure in it's self. I'm surprised I made it home.