Okay, so I'm walking my fanny off on the treadmill this morning - bit more incline, faster speed. (Rehab is nothing if not challenging!) I called for my heart rate. (There is always one person stationed at the desk watching all our info on the monitors.) Back comes the number 148.
I'm hard of hearing but I was pretty sure that's what she said. But since it was only 10 points below my max rate, I checked that I had gotten it right. Sure enough.
Here's the scary part: the tech/nurse/physiologist (don't know what she is, sorry) said to me, "Is that high?"
Well, please, you're the authority, aren't you? Isn't it your job to keep me out of trouble? She quickly followed up with, "You're not having chest pain, etc., etc."
I was okay then and I'm okay now, but I wish I knew what going on. It appears that my max rate is really bogus. So do we just keep on, keeping on as long as it doesn't hurt? Ah me.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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