Two weeks from today. That’s all I have left. For 30 days now I have been in an up hill battle to get in shape for the opportunity to take my son skiing. The battle really began on February 3 when I had heart surgery – an ablation – to fix an electrical impulse in my heart that sends it to 220 whenever it feels like it. It was my second ablation and one of a dozen heart surgeries (I have a pacemaker). Without it no skiing.
The ablation was actually the easy part when I compare it to the daily grind of pushing myself after a year of no exercise. I really don’t like exercising especially when I am under pressure. It’s just scary when your heart is so unpredictable.
But I love my son and he asked me to take him. So two weeks is all I have.
