Therapy (the cardio kind)

“Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.” – Dorothy Fields

Here I am, it's 5:30 in the morning, and I really haven't had much sleep. But I have to wake up, have to face this challenge, and I guess it scares me. 

Last week I started cardio therapy at a nearby hospital. Monday and Wednesday at 7 in the morning. Monday went fine, but that was just an introduction and twenty minutes on the treadmill. The treadmill is easy for me. I can 20 minutes, no sweat. 

Wednesday was rougher. I hate waking up in the morning. Didn't eat before I headed off. 

They started off with a twenty minute discussion about all the meds they put you on. I am not good when it comes to meds. The discussion freaked me out, put me in a bad frame of mind. I kept crossing my legs, fidgeting about. This is not how I want to define myself.

Then back to the treadmill. I did just fine again, of course. I thought that I would simply be on the treadmill for the entire hour, but twenty minutes into that and the therapist wanted me to try a bike machine to work my upper body, too. 

"Do this at 30 for eight minutes." she said. 

I started it up. It seemed easy enough. She watched me hit 50 easily.

"Keep it at 50 for eight minutes."

Pffft. I went to 70, I can do this. No sweat. And eight minutes in, I started to feel dizzy but pushed myself to go to ten minutes. 

I felt so dizzy at the end. I had to get off. I went to sit down and..

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