I went to aquafit again last night. It was fun; I pushed harder than I did last time and went home feeling pleasantly tired. I've been a bit chicken about cardio since I got my ICD, especially since my Dad's six inappropriate post-workout shocks. I think, as my confidence grows, I'll work harder and get stronger.
It's funny. In the period between learning I had HCM and actually getting the defib, I was scared to exercise because I worried I'd go into cardiac arrest and die (to put it bluntly). At first I'd even been told not to exercise at all. As my docs learned more, they relaxed those rules a bit, but I still worried.
Now I'm frightened because I don't want a shock. Clearly, getting a shock is about a million times better than the alternative, but if anything I'm more nervous now than I was before.
That doesn't make any sense. No, I don't feel bad about being scared - but it doesn't serve a purpose and I'd like to move past it.
Once more into the breach next Tuesday.