The hospital called to tell me they had a cancellation and I could take the stress test today. It showed my heart was fine. The ominous symptoms had been caused by a combination of minor complaints popping up together. Better safe than sorry, I suppose, but CHA-CHING!
When you think there's even a slightly heightened chance that you might drop in your tracks and wind up in the hands of paramedics, or perhaps even die, you think more about what you're doing, what you're wearing. The phrase, "I wouldn't be caught dead doing that" has more significance when you think you might.
I wore my cleanest, newest underwear every day.
Well, back to work.
Tomorrow, we ride!