“his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Fog and mist this morning on the way to cardiac rehabilitation at the local hospital. My old life that led to a heart attack is behind, and I travel towards a new adventure — I don’t know the destination but I do know the details.
Diet is different. Fat and calories have changed drastically which probably accounts for the 22 pounds shed in past couple months. Physical activity has increased to levels last seen in high school when I pretended to be an athlete.
And riding is different — senses slightly sharper, awareness heightened, decision making clearer. All gifts of a heart attack. Each ride seems special, even if it’s a familiar track from home to hospital.
All is not perfect though. Blood pressure is runs low and fatigue lurks whenever I sit down. I’ve not noticed it while riding but I have chosen not to ride because of it. The last place I want to dwell as a rider is denial.
Riding remains a simple thrill and a quiet meditation. The road continues to call despite the cardiac detour in May. I don’t know what the future holds but in my heart attack dreams I hope it involves a Vespa…