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At the limit

12/29/2013

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Yup, pretty much.
The heat has done us in.  In this quest to push our physical boundaries we’ve found our limits.  I now know I can ride 40+ miles in 90 degree, high humidity heat if it’s relatively flat and there’s a breeze.  I cannot climb hills, day after day, in the same heat, humidity, and direct sun.  As much as I’m loath to admit it, it’s beyond my physiological limits.

It began two weeks ago, in the low, rolling hills outside of Mazatlan.  It was the start of the section of our journey that both Kelly and I had been the most worried about since we began planning over a year ago – a 3 month expanse of high temperatures and high humidity from mainland Mexico until we reached the highlands of Colombia.  In our planning we had hinged the success of The Long Road South on the adaptability of the human body.  For the first 2,500 miles of the trip, our bodies responded to the stress we placed on them better than we could have hoped.  Kelly’s legs got used to moving an additional 120lbs of weight on her bike.  My arms slowly adapted to churning up multi-mile climbs.  Both of us became accustomed to riding for hours upon hours, often 40-50 miles or more (our longest day to date was a 69 miler), day after day.  But entering mainland Mexico, we felt like we were starting all over.  Kelly dreads the heat and I simply don’t function in it.  I’d hoped my body would acclimate.  As we kept pushing south, towards Manzanillo and some rest with my parents, into bigger hills and ever-muggier weather, both Kelly and I started struggling more and more.  My body was trying to shut itself down, which forced Kelly to shoulder an even heavier load of our daily tasks.  The breaking point came as we pushed our last two days into Manzanillo.  I’ll take you there now…

We stop for a bite to eat in the meager shade of a roadside oak.  We’re at the top of a climb, the third 500 footer in the past 10 miles, but there’s no breeze.  Even in the shade the stagnant humidity rests on my skin like a blanket.  35 miles into the day and another 12 to go.  So far we’ve been lucky.  Through a constant flow of rollers, some high some low, but all feeling steep to my arms that’ve been heavier than normal for the past few days, dark clouds have kept the worst of the heat at bay.  But now, at 1pm, they’ve finally blown through and the full force of the sub-tropical sun is beating down.  Over the past 3 months I’ve gotten pretty good at suffering; pain and exhaustion are familiar companions on this journey.  But the past few days have been different.  The signs have been creeping in that my body is trying to shut itself down in this heat - headaches, insatiable thirst, fatigue that doesn’t break after multiple rest days.  Now the strength seems to be leaching out of my arms.  Kelly and I eat some animal crackers and down some coffee.  She goes to refill the pressurized water tank that runs to a spray nozzle pointed at my face.  One of the connections has been leaking so I’m going through a tank in 7-8 miles when it’s this hot out.  More stops mean more time in the heat.  More refills mean one more thing for Kelly to do during our time on the side of the road as we try to nurse my body through the heat.  When she just wants to be sitting in the shade, resting her legs, she’s up filling bottles, refilling my tank, grabbing food for us to eat.  For her, the rest is no rest at all. 
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The bugs like Kelly, a lot. Just another of the joys of daily living in this climate.
It’s time to move or we’ll never make it to Punta Perula, to the hope of a bed and some air conditioning.  We start down a sizeable descent, the wind whistling some relief, and I find that I can’t concentrate.  Kelly’s back wheel, my brake, steering round a bend, thick vegetation whipping by at 35mph, I can only lock my attention to one thing at a time.  My brain keeps trying to reach for the dozen other things I need to process while descending but it feels like my thoughts are caught in a hamster wheel that’s spinning too fast.  Blood sugar? I think.  Could my blood sugar be dropping too quickly?  I try a mental systems check.  No, nothing else feels like blood sugar.  But what else could this be?  The terrain levels out and I have to start pedaling, but the world still feels like it’s moving in fast forward.  I try to pedal through.  Just keep moving and it’ll get better, I tell myself.  But it doesn’t.  “Can you look for a spot to pull over?” I yell ahead to Kelly. “I need to check my blood sugar.” 

Thinking it’s urgent Kelly pulls off where’s there’s an angled concrete ditch.  “Pull down in there and I’ll come to you,” she says.  I don’t process what she’s saying and pull right next to her bike.  “What are you doing?” she asks, exasperated.  “I’m still out in the road, why the hell didn’t you get off the shoulder?”

I have no idea what she’s talking about.  “I…” I start to respond and find myself grasping for words.  “cannot…process…anything right now.  I don’t…know what the hell’s going on.  But…I…need instructions.” 

“Okay.” She goes into action mode.  “Can you pedal a little farther to find a better spot.

“Yes.”

She pulls back onto the road and finds a shady pullout a quarter mile down the road.  She grabs my meter and I check my blood sugar.  Not low, high.  Higher than normal, higher than it should be, but not high enough to be causing serious issues.  This is worse than being low.  At least being low would explain my spinning mind.  “It’s not my blood sugar.” I say.  I’m worried.  I feel like I’ve ridden myself crazy.  Kelly pulls out the thermometer and I check my temperature: 100.8.  The messed up thing is that this doesn’t even seem that high. 101-102 degree temps have been common since we entered heat and humidity of mainland Mexico. We didn’t know it at the time, but for the past few days I’ve been exhibiting many of the signs of heat exhaustion.  Having quadriplegia, with a compromised thermo-regulatory system and the inability to sweat obviously exacerbates my susceptibility to heat-related illnesses.  Having Diabetes makes me even more susceptible.  Now, I’m creeping closer to heat stroke.  If I wasn’t so confused, I’d realize that our trek through Mexico and Central America is going to be much shorter than we’d hoped.

The confusion and hamster wheel head start to dissipate after about 10 minutes.  They’re replaced by a profound fatigue.  It’s 89 degrees in the shade, but I feel like I could fall asleep sitting in my bike.  “You want to get out and lay down?” Kelly asks. 

“No,” I respond.  I’m afraid if I lay down I won’t be able to move when I get up.  Heat exhaustion or not, we still have an 850ft climb and 10 or so miles to go before we’re somewhere we can sleep for the night.  Riding there is our only option.

We make it to the top, but by the time we get there I can barely move my arms.  Cresting the hill the breeze returns and soon we’re flying at 35mph the last few miles to Punta Perula.  As soon as it flattens out Kelly starts pedaling and quickly puts a 100m gap between us.  I pedal but no power is going into the cranks.  She slows and we limp into town.
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The next day is supposed to be easier.  Only 32 miles to Manzanillo, maybe less (nothing is as straightforward as it seems down here), only a few climbs between 250 and 550 feet.  But there are no clouds in the morning.  I do fine climbing until the heat descends at 9am.  Then my power evaporates as quickly as the spray on my skin.  We have a descent shoulder, which means no shade.  By 10am my temperature is 101.  Kelly refills my spray tank and I struggle 3 miles to the next town with cold water.  One day at a time transitions to 100 meters at a time.  I can’t think of anything but cooling off.

A few hours later we make it to the condo my parents have rented for Christmas near Manzanillo.  We cool off.  We drink some beer.  We recount our past few days to my parents.  Hearing the struggles and symptoms out loud makes us realize how dangerous this riding has become. With no relief for three months, until we get to the mountains of Colombia, we decide to look at our options.

The Long Road South is now going to be shorter.  Slightly.  On January 8th we’re getting on a plane and flying to Bogota, Colombia.  We’re exchanging southern Mexico and Central America for the high-altitude Andes.  Most of the distance we’ll lose by flying to Bogota, we’ll make up in southern Patagonia. We’ll spend a week in Bogota, acclimatizing to the 8,500ft altitude.  Since we’ll now be months ahead of our original schedule, we’re going to push to ride the length of South America, covering 6,300 miles to Tierra del Fuego and the end of the road: Ushuaia, Argentina. Instead of dreading the next three months, Kelly and I are excited about the riding.  Another ten days of resting our bodies and minds, of hanging with my parents in Mexico, then it’s time to get back to work.  We still have a long way to go. 

Thank you, again, for your continued support.  It has kept us going as our struggles have threatened to overwhelm the trip.  There’s no way we could’ve been able to make it this far without you.

21 Comments
Brandy
12/29/2013 09:54:27 am

You guys are amazing! Thank you for sharing your journey! 15 years working in PT and having a son with physical disabilities, I really enjoy reading how you guys are navigating this journey. Good luck and I look forward to reading about the rest of your trip :)

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Kay Lathrop
12/29/2013 10:37:08 am

Seth and Kelly - I am SO glad to read of this decision! You have been in my prayers as you make this courageous journey! YOU are important and have so much to do in life. Take CARE of you! Blessings...

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Deacon Patrick link
12/29/2013 10:46:04 am

"As fast as we can, as slow as we must." You both are beautiful examples of that balance -- a balance equally important for caregivers as for those of us with the disability. In living with my brain injury (and before), I tend to push too hard (why I have some of my concussions), so I need permission to go slower, which in the bigger picture means I go farther faster. Plans, of necessity, are shifting to accommodate my capacity and the situation. What has become "normal" for us, is far from normal, are understandable, for most folks. Adaptation is part of how we overcome, and it takes wisdom to know when adaptation is required.

One thought, if you haven't looked into it, you may want to research a high fat, low carb diet (eliminating grains, veggie oils, sugar, and most other carbs) as a means of overcoming diabetes. I don't have diabetes, but I've found amazing benefit from following a ketogenic diet. Feel free to email me if you have questions.

You and your journey remain in my prayers, and a very merry Christmastide to you! May God startle you with joy!

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Kristen Sauber
12/29/2013 12:19:40 pm

Congratulations! I can't imagine overcoming the challenges you two are facing. It make rugby practice look like a vacation. :). Wishing you both the best of luck on the new leg of your journey!!

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Eileen Brown
12/29/2013 01:02:45 pm

Sounds like you guys could use the break. Prayers still going up for you both. Love ya

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Gary McMurray
12/29/2013 01:20:09 pm

Nice decision; at least you made it past that Mexican highway that collapsed. safe travels

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Casey Jacobs Jones
12/29/2013 01:39:20 pm

Continuing to be my heroes! Skip, hop over, jump… you're still rocking the known universe!!

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Carrie Hehn
12/29/2013 02:20:02 pm

Your new plan sounds great. Being flexible will serve you well. Happy, healthy New Year!

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John Wolfe
12/30/2013 12:41:06 am

Sounds like you two made the right decision, safe decision. Shortening your trip to be safe doesn't take anything away from the purpose of your journey. I imagine Ken has already fixed the leak on your mister. Safe journeys and Happy New Year 🎉 Love you two.

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Geoff
12/30/2013 01:06:08 am

Smart call guys! That kinda heat can be very dangerous, this is an adventure and not a race. With all adventure comes risk but removing the extreme danger from the equation is the right move. You guys rock! Keep on keepin on and sharing the updates. Many of us our living through you. Stay thirsty my friends :-)

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ed morgan
12/30/2013 03:32:56 am

Be safe. I know you have made a good decision. Looking forward to a GREAT 2014 :-) Keep on keeping on.

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Stacey Dwyer
12/30/2013 03:34:13 am

nothing matters more to me and those that love you other than your safety and health. adventure requires flexibility and that's exactly what you two are doing. This is the "fun" of it all...not knowing where the road will take you. I want you both to be excited about your journey and each day as you get on your bikes...when that starts to subside, take another route....like in life, many roads lead to the same destination. good luck on the next chapter of this ride and enjoy!!!!! Know that you are constantly supported and loved no matter what! Now Kelly get yourself a big pot of coffee somewhere, sit back (hopefully in A/C) and take in how far you two have come so far. Really proud of you both. take care and safe travels!!

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Tom Holloway link
12/30/2013 06:15:02 am

We've spent som time in those tropical lowlands, where the combination of heat and humidity can feel like a smothering blanket. We also lived for a year in Bogota, when we were 22 and healthy. At that altitude climbing a flight of stairs can leave a lowlander winded. We all admire you courage and pluck.

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Leslie beard
12/30/2013 06:30:13 am

Wow, you guys are truly amazing and inspiring. Makes things back home here seem simple and of little significance. Glad you are being sensible, as we all want you back home safe and sound whatever you decide to do. Best of luck as you forge ahead!

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Frances Vlahos-Rohm
12/30/2013 08:17:12 am

Flexibility and common sense are some of the best tools in your kit! You have already acheived such incredible feats and opened so many eyes to what is possible. Acknowledging limits and listening to your bodies are things that some folks never figure out. Wishing you a Happy New Year, and best of luck as you continue your journey to "Ithaca". (C.P. Cavafy poem)

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Mary Bedore
12/30/2013 09:29:32 am

Thank you for the incredible journey you are giving all of us - I read your blog and hang on every word. I'm so happy about your decision to readjust the route - the mom in me.

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HELEN CHRISTIANS
12/30/2013 09:44:33 am

So glad to hear that you are safe and making a decision to get out of the heat.

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Geoff Babb
12/30/2013 11:12:26 am

I read your blog today just before my own workout and thinking of your struggles pushed me through. I use a wheelchair since my stroke 8 years ago and The Long Road South truly inspires me every day. Once the Christmas tree is gone from the living room later this week my hand cycle will be back up on the training rollers. My motto is ""Onward!" which I understand translates to 'Adelante!".My Spaniard friend said that sounds "very Che Guevaraesqe", very fitting as you head to Colombia. Onward Seth and Kelly!

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Laura
1/9/2014 02:06:17 am

You guys are so amazing and inspiring!! I love hearing about your adventure and enjoy the FB updates

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Don Reiner
1/9/2014 10:12:57 am

As others have stated, nothing matters more to those of us supporting you with our hopes than for you to remain safe and healthy. Years down the road as you reflect back you'll have much to be proud of in the way of the physical challenges you have met mile by mile, pedal stroke by pedal stroke. But, I'd imagine you,ll reap more wisdom from these thoughtful decisions and the adaptability you exercise. Hope you jump to Colombia goes well and you are renewed for the next leg on the journey. Feliz Nuevo Ano! Salad! Adelante!

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Susan Alcorn link
1/28/2014 07:50:49 am

Hi, I just started following you--tuned in because of the article in National Geographic Traveler. I just want to say that I think you are amazing and I hope your revised plan works better for you. We all know that you will find challenges, but no one thinks that endangering your lives should be part of the bargain. Congratulations on what you have accomplished and what you are continuing to do!

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