…Tuesday morning, I woke up with chest pains that didn’t go away as the day progressed. And so instead of working out Tuesday night, I decided to go to the ER — J. drove me, and stayed with me (The Cute Carpenter also stopped by) until almost 1am, when the doctors admitted me for overnight observation. Wednesday morning, I was given a stress test (on a treadmill) and echocardiogram in the cardiology lab. Apparently my heart is just fine, but I need to see a doctor to figure out what’s going on. The best guess right now? It’s STRESS. Which surprised me, of course, because my life isn’t stressful in the least, right?
That being said, the trip to Starved Rock couldn’t have come at a better time. We were able to hike about two miles on Wednesday and spent time in the indoor heated pool & Jacuzzi after dinner that night. Thursday, we woke early for breakfast in the lodge, a trip to Mathiessen Falls with the PR person from the lodge, and then hiked about five miles altogether — we would have gone longer, but it started raining and so the last two or three miles were spent in drizzle, then outright rain, as we traipsed back to the lodge.
So now? My newfound hobby is HIKING (who would’ve thunk?), and I even bought a book that outlines 60 hikes within 60 miles of Chicago — and of course my goal is to do all 60 of them by the end of 2009. And I do believe J. will be a wonderful companion — I couldn’t be happier with where things are right now, even though we still — in high school parlance — haven’t “gone all the way”… I’m good with that. Really good. I’m able to consciously see what I’m doing and what needs to be done — the good, the bad, the difficult, the heartwrenching — and it’s quite a relief not to have to rush into things for fear of abandonment but, instead, to find myself gliding, nicely and slowly, into a lovely situation… sort of like slowly putting on a warm glove that you’re surprised to find fits just right, not too tight or loose, not too warm or cold, but exactly the thing you’ve suspected might never actually exist but just might after all.
And the chest pains? I’m following explicit instructions to reduce stress in my life — and I’ll be seeing the doctor next week. Namaste.