I know. It's not big news. It's not a record. In fact, I am pretty sure someone walked into the gym shortly thereafter and did more.
We all want to see progress. I was doing squats and felt good. I added more weight...then a little more.....then a little more.
It has been over 10 years since I had a triple bypass. Lots of people don't remember but it is still pretty clear. The other day I noticed the scars for the first time in a while.
It may be a good thing. I am taking it for granted.
The story has been told but to make it simple, radiation as a child caused a heart blockage requiring a triple bypass in 2003.
I could have used a fourth but they could not bypass a blockage on the back of my heart.
So to this day, I work to avoid the blockage. I still can do just about anything.
I've been cleared to run as far as I want. Pretty much do what I want.
There are certain problematic circumstances of course.
When I run hard that whole oxygen transfer doesn't work at optimal. I am a human who is governed through meds so the heart rate won't go too high. A precaution but a valid one.
A 5k is a marathon. So be it.
I have flashed back to the day of diagnosis this year for some reason. I remember not watching the video they tried to show me.
I remember my brother telling me, "You know they crack you open right?"
I remember my other brother asking, "Can I have your Star Trek collection?"
I shake my head now. The scar and, what I think, gnarled bone in my chest has healed. When a barbell bounces off of me now, I still think I hear a 'click'.
All of this has been documented. All is pretty much known to others. Some don't realize which is fine by me.
I work to strengthen what I have. I can't go as fast as I'd like but that's okay. I can go.
Today it was particularly hot in the gym. Sweat poured off as I walked past the main desk to the muggy outdoors.
I always stop just outside to breathe and savor another moment of 'doing something'. The sun was hidden but the gray sky was calming.
Nothing great happened today. No records were broken. No human kind history was made.
But then again. It's been over 10 years so my history has been made. Selfish as it sounds, that means something.
It seems that every survivor needs to strive a little more....a little harder. Whether you are chasing someone to the finish line or chasing a nine year old across the yard. As long as we keep chasing and moving.
I am always reminded at how lucky I am. Even when Life's stresses hit hardest - always attempt to hit back.
Millions have not made it this far.
For those who haven't survived - This one is for you...