Firstly- touchwood, don't curse myself, don't be too complacent, don't tempt fate, I'm not being cocky God, I appreciate it all and thank you.
I hit a mental milestone this week.
I left the cardio specialist gym I've been attending since my HA in Nov 23 and joined a regular gym. I owe so much thanks to that place, it gave me back my confidence, it was a safe place, with a mental safety net, everyone there was a heart patient.
There were a few reasons for me to leave it, work was the driver, the seed for it. So it had to be done to fit in with work /life balance.
I also knew in the back of my mind that I had to move on, to go through the full journey of rehabilitation I needed to be back in the normal world of excericse, like I used to do pre HA.
How did it feel?
Scary and intimidating - no cardio PT's and nurses on hand to watch over you. No more comfort and chit chat with people in the same position, many who were much older then me.
Now it was like the pre HA days, a mix of younger people, the serious no smiles excericse gym nuts, loads of weights from light to mega heavy, the background of dance music, weights dropping, people grunting, no one is there to exchange stories or make friends. It business. You go in, do your stuff and leave.
But ,It felt bloody great, I left the gym feeling high, feeling like any normal gym goer.
I have absolute total love and respect for all the people who ran and attended the cardio rehabilitation gym I went to, I will miss them, I wish them the best, and they are still offering me support/ work out programmes which are safe but challenging.
But I am now moving forwards in life and my job requires me to move forward, so what had to be done was done.
This post won't make any sense but it was a good day today.