Heart rate typically rises with exertion, but Nate's was probably from stress/adrenaline! When I'm cycling, my HR is typically around 160 bpm. 220 minus your age is a crock in terms of max HR. I can push 185 if I try. Pro cyclists can cruise all day (25+ mph) at 120 bpm.
Mine has always been highish. Even when I was a lot younger and a lot healthier as well as now with some poor lifestyle choices and habits. Theories abound, but I was a premie and popped out over two months early so there may have been some developmental issues. No signs of any real problems with the ticker over the years, so I’m not going to go getting any modern day scans of anything and start digging for trouble.
70s is about as low as I go. Been that way my whole life. Heart is probably a touch small. Never had it imaged, like I said. Have had other interesting imaging done but never the heart. (There’s a couple Docs somewhere who really have some nice photos of my intestines and colon, though! hahaha! And not just the usual ones. Long story, long ago. No problems since.)
I have a friend (that bastard! Ha!) who’s resting rate is in the 40s and he’s no better lifestyle, diet, or anything else. If you take his pulse you wonder if anything is even going on. He drops into the high 30s when he’s super relaxed. I don’t think the guy even knows the meaning of the word “stress”.
During a normal day without stress or exertion mine will wander from the 70s to mid 80s. Just where it’s always been.
My friend who recently had the pituitary area surgery which killed off his pituitary but saved his vision and removed a tumor, learned during that process that he had been producing nearly zero cortisol going into his mid-40s. It’s been fun talking to him about the changes in his behavior and attitude caused by massive changes in hormones so far and seeing them too. They got him on cortisol which nearly instantly removed his “always mildly stressed” demeanor he’s had for the two decades I’ve known him.
He was never super bad about it but we all knew he would be more bothered by certain events at work than anyone else. But without this massive change to his life, we’d all have never known this wasn’t “personality” it was chemical. They’re hopelessly intertwined of course.
Already he’s gained a little 40s “belly” he never had any sign of before, and that’s due to this change and another...
With the pituitary dead, he’s now gone from normal testosterone levels to off the charts low. Not just this fad of “low T” that many boutique docs offices are prescribing for, but none.
There’s also something else for kidney function but I forget what it is. When he first started taking it, the laugh was you could set a watch by him taking it, needing a huge glass of water soon thereafter, and then a trip right after that to the men’s room.
His docs and their staff are working with insurance and what not to get all of the correct things pre-approved as medically necessary and the testosterone one is the hardest. Too much fraud in that one at these “anti-aging” boutique docs.
The insurance companies don’t even believe the story when a prescription for FULL testosterone replacement, age-appropriate, comes through. They stall and mess around.
Meanwhile we chuckle at our old friend. He’s not only getting the tiny signs of growing that belly from the cortisol replacement regimen, but he’s got almost zero energy to do any sort of physical stuff. He went golfing and had to go home and have a three hour nap afterward. At the office, he used to be the guy who dashed around (see: stress puppy) and did everything in person at every desk, now he sits at his desk and people come to him.
They’ll get it all straightened out here soon, but it’s been a fascinating thing to watch and joke with him about it. He knows his behavior changed and it’s ALL chemical, but it’s still entertaining. He’s nearly impossible to get riled up right now, and even if we do manage it, he will just sit at the desk and pound out an email about it. Ha.
Timing is a bummer. It looked like the last of the prescriptions to get started on figuring out dosages was going to be approved sometime around today, but it’s a holiday... so he’s waiting. Because bureaucracy doesn’t work on holidays of course.
The joke was, “Well at least you’re SUPPOSED to fall asleep after Turkey dinner!”
The human body is amazing. The interconnect between his chemicals and his behavior is so blatant, and yet he’s still “him”. He’s just muted in some ways and amplified in different ways right now. It’ll be interesting to see and talk to him as they get him back to whatever modern medicine considers “normal” for all these numbers. I suspect he will never be quite as stressed as he sometimes was and he’ll be back to golfing and other stuff he does soon enough without needing a half a day nap.
Like he jokes, it’s a lot better than going blind.
He’s also a pilot in a self-certifying category and he won’t go anywhere near an aircraft right now. He knows stuff isn’t “right”. I’m sure OKC has plenty of horror stories of pilots who do bad things they know better about, but he’s not going to be a problem child in this regard.
Looking forward to flying with him when he and the docs get it all sorted. Fascinating stuff.