You know what I like? Sub eight minute miles on the treadmill. I don't care if I look like a spaz. I enjoy seeing my heart rate is 162 after I finish my four miles.
You know what else I like? Leaving work at four o'clock today in what was left of the sunshine.
Spaz? You should have seen me on the treadmill last month, twice having to take a stress test to check my heart, monitor leads dangling, and having to hold on to the too-low side and front bars because they don't want you to stumble and fall and sue them, all the while taking side glances to see if the monitor is showing a beat count more than 100. The meds I take keep my heart rate low, purposefully, so I normally tick along at 54 bpm. Getting my heart rate to climb is a real chore. I managed to get it to about 110 after what seemed like 15 minutes, and by that point I was knackered, out of oxygen. So, good on ya.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I hope everything turned out okay? Getting hooked up to machines is never fun.
DeleteI feel a heart attack coming on just reading about this. Y'all run along now, I'll stick to yoga.
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