James Burleigh
Well-known member
This morning I pulled into my parking space at work after my usual ride through very thick, fast-moving traffic, first on local arterials, then on the freeway, then through town.
After I got off the bike and was getting out of my gear, I noticed how tense I was: I was breathing rapidly, my heart rate was accelerated, and my arms were shaking slightly as though I'd just been lifting weights. I could feel what I took to be adrenalin burning my chest, as though I'd just been in a shouting match that threatened coming to blows.
And I wondered: Isn't this what is called stress? And isn't stress a contributing factor in heart disease? And didn't I have a very unlikely heart attack about a year ago, on the heels of having put in tens of thousands of miles commuting in rush-hour traffic?
And it made me wonder: Is my motorcycle killing me?
After I got off the bike and was getting out of my gear, I noticed how tense I was: I was breathing rapidly, my heart rate was accelerated, and my arms were shaking slightly as though I'd just been lifting weights. I could feel what I took to be adrenalin burning my chest, as though I'd just been in a shouting match that threatened coming to blows.
And I wondered: Isn't this what is called stress? And isn't stress a contributing factor in heart disease? And didn't I have a very unlikely heart attack about a year ago, on the heels of having put in tens of thousands of miles commuting in rush-hour traffic?
And it made me wonder: Is my motorcycle killing me?