
After my ICD implant and second ablation someone (I don’t remember who) suggested that I sign up for “cardiac rehab”. I’m not all that familiar with cardiac rehab, and perhaps someone who is can tell me differently, but from a brief investigation I concluded that it involves mostly daintily pedaling a stationary bike, perhaps lifting some purse-sized weights, touching toes and the like. I felt that, despite what I’d been through, perhaps cardiac rehab might be a bit, um, basic.
My version of cardiac rehab began as soon as I could move my left arm over my head again, about six weeks after ICD surgery. Basic fitness returned pretty quickly. I got back on the bike and went from a barely catatonic 45 minute-ride to a sprightly three-hour jaunt in about two weeks. That lasted for a month or so until it all broke down again as my condition deteriorated into September. Finally, three weeks after my third ablation , with the heart beating like a Swiss watch (sort of), I resumed a right proper training regime: Extreme Cardiac Rehab.
For six weeks beginning the first week of November I ran or rode every day. My minimum run was half-an-hour, the minimum ride was one hour. Most days that was all my schedule would allow; occasionally -once I got some miles under my belt- I’d try for 2 to 3 hrs. The idea was to get my heart used to a light endurance load; nothing like what I used to do when I raced, just enough to spark a training effect and put these past months of neglect and deterioration (some would say care and recovery) behind me.
This was as much a mental exercise as a physical one, to prove to myself that I was fixed, and to gauge my “new” heart’s ability. In the darkest moments of the past months I felt as if I was never going to be able to do more than walk up a flight or two of stairs, and I should learn to be happy with just that. Now it seemed that I might have a whole heart again I wanted to use it as much as possible.
The other goal of the six-week Extreme Cardiac Rehab program was to get myself prepped for a return battery of testing, the one I failed so miserably last time . Approximately eight weeks after an ablation they call you back in to run the treadmill, and get knocked out and electro-stimulated – the dreaded NIPS test. I wanted to arrive at that day with “confidence in my heart.”