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thisnewdayI've spent part of the last two days at the Turning Stone Casino. My wife gambled and I worked out in the world-class fitness center that her VIP card entitles her and a guest to use. My rationale for doing so was that it saved me some of the driving I would've ended up doing otherwise.
All that aside, I think I needed to feel good about my first few days out of physical therapy. And, in fact, I did quite well. The treadmills are maybe a grade above the one we have at the house while the fitness machines are nearly on par with what they have at the hospital.
I did (3) miles on the treadmill, each day, and a streamlined version of the workout designed for me at physical therapy. On the advice of my p/t person, I've dropped three exercises that are actually redundant and intensified several others.
On the treadmill, it took 12 degrees of elevation to reach and maintain my target heart rate, up from 8 when I first started. I'm thinking that if I were to do my walking on the treadmill consistently, I might see continued improvement there.
(When I mentioned to Julie that I couldn't reach my THR by walking on a flat track, she responded that running would probably be a bad idea for me. I agreed but didn't mention that the week before I had jogged 50 yards or so on the track before common sense caught up with me.)
The one truly surprising development was that my wife intimated that she might be willing to work out with me - at the Casino, of course. Transparently ulterior motives aside, I might take her up on that because SHE really needs to do it.
But we'll see. They say the sun shines on every dog's ass at least once and I've had plenty blown up mine. So we shall see...
All that aside, I think I needed to feel good about my first few days out of physical therapy. And, in fact, I did quite well. The treadmills are maybe a grade above the one we have at the house while the fitness machines are nearly on par with what they have at the hospital.
I did (3) miles on the treadmill, each day, and a streamlined version of the workout designed for me at physical therapy. On the advice of my p/t person, I've dropped three exercises that are actually redundant and intensified several others.
On the treadmill, it took 12 degrees of elevation to reach and maintain my target heart rate, up from 8 when I first started. I'm thinking that if I were to do my walking on the treadmill consistently, I might see continued improvement there.
(When I mentioned to Julie that I couldn't reach my THR by walking on a flat track, she responded that running would probably be a bad idea for me. I agreed but didn't mention that the week before I had jogged 50 yards or so on the track before common sense caught up with me.)
The one truly surprising development was that my wife intimated that she might be willing to work out with me - at the Casino, of course. Transparently ulterior motives aside, I might take her up on that because SHE really needs to do it.
But we'll see. They say the sun shines on every dog's ass at least once and I've had plenty blown up mine. So we shall see...
