Two Days

Two days. That's the number of days I've participated in a cardiac rehab program. Or, really, any type of directed exercise program. Something I've learned in those two days: my arms don't particularly like exercise, especially with any type of resistance. Oh, it's alright for, say, a few minutes, but by the time I get to "reverse" mode on the circular arm exercise machine (sort of like an exercise bike for your arms), my arms, and the rest of me, are asking, "Why are you doing this? We're not accomplishing anything; nothing's getting closer, like a fish, and nothing's being created, and there's no obvious external benefit to what you're doing, so can we please stop, and maybe do something that accomplishes a tangible, observable, immediate result?"

No, arms, no. Just keep doing what you're doing. You'll be alright, eventually. 

Don't tell my arms, but we'll be back in another two days (cardiac rehab is Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday) to do it all over again, at a slightly higher resistance level.

And, with that, I tire of writing this. I'll see you, probably, in another couple of days, loyal reader, as I try to be more consistent with my blogging. My wife may soon return to blogging, too, with lots of new material to share.