My Heart.

Had my 2D echo and stress test over the weekend. It's kind of strange, to actually see your heart on a monitor and hear your own heart beating. Dub dub, dub dud, dub dub. Metaphorically, I always listen to the beating of my heart. But to actually hear the real thing is a different story. I immediately felt a bit scared upon hearing the first beat from the machine speakers.

But I realized as quickly what a miracle it was to hear it. I imagined my heart pumping blood to my brain and to the rest of my body. How hardworking my heart is, never stopping for a moment to do its job, even when I take it for granted.

My heart, it has been the most faithful.

An afterthought (edit: 1:20am) --
Was supposed to have my tests interpreted by a Cardio tonight, but the traffic was so bad. Must wait for Saturday.
So yes, I do not know yet if the heart is well.

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If only I could be half as faithful in keeping my heart healthy.

I am going to run, because I can't give up ice cream and chocolate and humba. LOL. I'm going to run three times a week. And dance, three times a week. I hope that six out of seven days would be enough to make it healthy.

Officially in the bucket list -- run a marathon.

When people tell me I can't do it, the more I am challenged to do it. Watch me.

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Transferring my Postcards to a new site to keep this blog mush-free. *grin*

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Photo: An old one. Just re-posting.