a.k.a. adventures with VO2 max testing. I’m a little sad there aren’t any pictures of myself to go a long with this post. You’ll just have to use your imagination, haha.
But back to the actual testing…I survived. Running with all of that stuff strapped to you really isn’t as awkward as it looks, or first feels. You get used to it really quickly. And in my case, all of that plastic acted sort of like those blinders they put on horses to prevent them from getting spooked. It made me just zone out instead of focusing on the fact that I was about to be exhausted. And it was exhausting, and for a second I thought my lungs packed their bags and left me, but it wasn’t nearly as horrible as some people make it out to be. Then again, I live for this sort of gut wrenching, breath stealing, endorphin producing stuff.