The last few days have seen me make my long-awaited return to the gym, following my latest seizure on September 11.
It would be normal to be nervous, after all that has happened, but the good news was everything went okay......so far!
On the day of my last seizure, as I mentioned in previous blogs, I did a work out, and before the gym, ate a healthy lunch of salad and vegetables. So now, unfortunately, I associate the gym, and eating healthily, with seizures.
Being fit and healthy was a big part of my life before my bleed and I want to get it back, I want that part of my life back because it is in my control. A blessing when so much now is out of my control.
Walking back into the gym was daunting, I was full of nerves, probably not as much as Amy. I, in a way, am lucky I cannot remember my seizure, but Amy remembers every detail.
As a result, I did not do as big, or as intense, a work out as I did before, as we thought it would be best to take it easier after everything to have happened, which proved difficult for me, as I'm competitive.
When at the gym, I love rounding up, I can't help it, so I merely walked for ten minutes, or until I burned 100 calories; for some reason it feels more significant if I hit a landmark, or milestone, it feels twice as effective to me, I'm sure, or I hope, I'm not the only person who does this.
Therefore, I did two sets of these so I did 20 minutes of walking, and burned 200 calories, which I'm sure only earned me a Mars Bar!
I would just like to mention, at this point when I was completing my walking workout, my girlfriend Amy was rubbing salt in the wounds by running on the treadmill next to me, I was extremely jealous! She hates running, she would much rather swim for exercise, being from the coast, whereas running gives me a huge feeling of accomplishment, now even more so after my injury, so when I do finally get to stretch my legs, it will feel incredible.
We were both nervous about this return, because of what happened before, so we were both glad, and relieved, to get the first trip out the way, and open the door to further returns. We have big plans for a 10k! Maybe a marathon!
As I've mentioned before; I love sport, and exercise, as crazy as that may sound to many of you, as I associate sport, and exercise, with my job/career, so even though it is nothing to do with sports journalism, it feels like it was to me. It represents something far bigger than just walking on a treadmill, as I was once told by doctors I may never be able to do it again, so it installs in me a lot of confidence and courage to be able to achieve anything during the rest of my recovery, with my top priority just getting back to "normal" or living my "normal" life again.