This week when I started exercising on the treadmill, Robbie asked me if I had initially been reluctant to start exercising because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breath. I hadn’t said anything to him about it, but he hit the nail on the head.
The first day I got on the treadmill, I started at a snail’s
pace. I was absolutely sure that once I
got up to a decent pace that my heart race would sky-rocket and that I’d be
gasping for air. Last year, the main symptom that signaled that I had cancer last year was an inability to breathe when
doing any kind of exertion. Even though
I was given an all-clear in August, I still worry a lot. But all was well! My heart rate certainly increased, but only
in the way it should. And I could
breath. My breathing was heavy, but I
was breathing. And I can’t tell you how
wonderful it felt.
The exercise is going great, and I’m feeling great as a
result. The first day was rough with
regards to shaky muscles, but it has gotten better each day even with an
increase in time and distance. I set a
small goal this week – to do a mile in a single session. And I accomplished that yesterday. I want to increase by a mile a week until I’ve
reached three miles in a session, and then work on increasing the speed/incline to get more
I’m hoping by next month’s check-in with my primary care
that I’ll be doing my three miles a day and that I’ll be a few pounds down as
well. And hopefully she and I can work
on a plan for long-term health and cancer fighting strategies.
One step at a time.