Climbing from Graves
It was an ordinary summer day when my life changed forever. I was on vacation with my family and loving every minute of it. We spent days at the beach and nights eating dessert on the balcony. I knew I felt off, but I was determined to not let it ruin our trip. The last day, we packed the car with our bikes and set off for a trail. The coffee was fresh and morning air was crisp. My two-year-old was strapped in a bike car seat attached to my ride. She was excited and this was the first time we would be using the car seat. I rode off in front of my husband and made it far ahead of him. When I got to the top of a hill, I suddenly felt out of breath. This was not normal for me. My heart was beating so fast, I could hear it in my ear drum. I attempted to slow down and rest, but the weight of the bike was too much. I collapsed and blacked out. My child was still in her car seat, unharmed, but very upset. Moments later, my husband caught up and was checking our child and myself for injuries. We both were okay, except for my blackout. I agreed it was time to see a doctor.
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