I went to the gym as usual on Tuesday but when I got home I had an unpleasant twinge in my chest. I decided to have a break for a couple of days but it didn't improve so, on Thursday, I rang and managed to get an appointment with the doctor. The pain was in the chest, after all, and I didn't want to be 'that bloke who should have seen his doctor.'
She gave me an ECG, pronounced me as fit as a fiddle and suggested I had probably tweaked something when I was exercising. She advised me to adjust my gym routine to avoid upper body stuff for a while and focus on leg work. I'm glad she didn't tell me to give it up entirely; although I complain about it, I would miss it if if weren't there.
It's a beautiful day here. I'm off to my writing class with a story about a fellow who observed his own funeral.
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