After a full day of wound care, difficult intubations by regular ET tubing, NT intubations, LMA, elastic gum bougies, finger and spoon guided intubations, intubations while blindfolded in a dark cave being shaken by our very own Dr. Macias who yelled "Chaos!" at us and blew a whistle to simulate panic, one of my new friends, Steve, and I were off for a light run.
While I shrugged at his idea of doing only 1-2 miles, when we arrived at the "Open Space" against the foothills of the Sandia Mountains, it was already getting dark, and about 35 degrees without the wind. We ran for about an eighth of a mile, huffing and puffing like two smokers climbing the statue of liberty. Fortunately, it was not that he, a national karate champ, or I, a marathon runner, had lost our physical condition. We were just not altitude adjusted.
We learned our lesson and ran up the mountain anyway, slow and determined. Coming down in the dark, watching out for rattlesnakes, we both felt like new members of the national asthmatic olympics. Hopefully, we'll atlitude adjust before Taos next week.
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