My rooster crow obnoxious alarm went off at 5:00. I’m trying to ease myself in to the habit of getting up early so I can get back in the routine of morning workouts again. I’m not going to work out right now, just getting used to waking up earlier for a couple days first. Baby steps. Today makes three weeks since my heart attack. Next Friday I go have the stress test to clear me to start twelve weeks of cardiac rehab. I’m considering it all in boot camp to improve my life. Everything happens for a reason. I’ve been encouraged to fill out my advanced directive papers in case the big crash comes. So that thumped me on the head thinking about that again and final wishes and arrangements.
I did a vigorous water aerobics class yesterday without any problems. I’ve been walking a couple miles a day BUT just never know when your time is up. Your number just pops up and you’re GONE.
Just keep swimming as long as you can!
I’ve done a lot of thinking the last couple weeks. We always seem to think there’s plenty of time to wait to do things. We always think everything will be fine. Until it isn’t. Until it’s too late to say and do the things you needed to.
I feel like God has thumped me upside the head really hard this time. “ Wake the hell up!”