Acing The Stress Test

I took a stress test today—it’s the test that involves walking/jogging on a treadmill—in order to determine if it would be medically sound for me to engage in a “cardiac rehab” program.

As I was being prepped for the test I felt that everything would go well.  But you never know how a test is going to turn out until after the test because that’s the point of taking a test in the first place, right?

Anyhow… immediately following the test my cardiologist came into the room to examine the results.  Speaking to the technician who administered the test, while viewing the results, I actually heard him say the word “wow!”  [No kidding.]

Then he turned to me and said, “You did great.  You don’t even need cardiac rehab!”

He didn’t literally mean that I shouldn’t engage in the rehab program he was just indicating that my performance on the stress test was very good.  Obviously, I will be entering into the rehab program.  But as you can imagine, I felt tremendously encouraged by his comment.  It’s nice to get some good news regarding my physical condition, these days.

By sharing this story, am I suggesting that I’m some type of amazingly strong, wonderfully fit physical specimen?  No.  Don’t be silly.  Of course not.  I’m just saying that my fitness level is fairly similar to Batman’s at the peak of his training.  But other than that, I’m not making any type of unusual claims.