I am in terrible shape. Today I found out just how bad. That’s my cardiac score, based on VO2 max.
I work out based on partly wanting to lose a little weight, partly on aesthetics. Today I learned that it would also kick me into that blue bar there—my goal, that is.
I’ve not discussed any of this with my doctors. With the trouble they gave me thirty unexplained pounds ago, I’m rather apprehensive about letting them know what I’m worried about now.
But I gotta do something.