and give my body a proper talking to. Was doing so well pre-pulmonary embolism — I even went to the gym the day before I went to the hospital. I won’t claim any huge effects from my exercise, but I was there on the daily for 45 of cardio, it was making me feel better, and setting me up for the next stage, 2 hours per day of cardio and weights. That was my goal. A morning session and evening session every day. I’d saved up for it!
Cut to five weeks later, when I’ve had clearance to go to the gym for two weeks now, and it’s the hardest thing ever! Just trying to do 2.5 miles a day on the Elliptical on the Interval setting. No big. But, it IS big. If other people hadn’t been at the gym today (and if I hadn’t convinced myself they were only there to look at/judge me) I certainly would have hit the showers at .75 miles.
I know it must be a process, but am still frustrated by having to work this hard to get my mini-almost-barely-there mojo back. It’s hard to wait for it, so I keep trying to cajole it out with promises of shopping trips and/or vacations (the Camino still looms!). We’ll see. For now, I’ve got to put my gym clothes in the laundry so I’ve no excuse for not trying again tomorrow.