Back Home Again in Indiana
I feel good! No pain. Riding my bike a bit. Attempting to move toward normal activity. But high energy yields almost immediately to “yeah, I need to slow down a bit, here.” Lots to do and catch up on with a low threshold of stamina for the time being.
I continue to shake my head in disbelief that this happened. As fit and careful in eating as I am, why did this happen to me now? It’s still just sinking in that I’ll be addressing this little wrinkle in reality for the rest of my life. There's a bit of anger as I reckon with this. There's also quite a bit of gratitude and wonder.
Diet, physical exercise, lifestyle guardrails, and reasonable precautions are to be considered for a vigorous future. But I see creative work, more cycling adventures and my hope to run a marathon before age 70 as absolutely doable.
For now, though, I’ll settle to just walk and bike around our Near Eastside neighborhoods a bit.
Genetic footnote: the cardiologist at Lenox Hill Hospital in Manhattan attributes my heart attack mostly to genes. Given my physical condition, activity level, cholesterol counts, diet, and lack of other contributing factors, he encouraged me to fully explore family history and the role genetics is playing. So, that will be an interesting adventure in and of itself!
Don't write me off or discount my rehabbing capabilities. There's a lot more to come!
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