Oh, his heart!

In light of some recent events with close friends and family, Honey decided he should go have a stress test. After all, he is 43, a smoker (yes, Honey smokes) and doesn't really do any sort of purposeful exercise. He's very physical, but we all know that doesn't count.

He makes an appointment and off he goes. Because it was a several hour undertaking, we decided that I not to go but agreed I would be close by in the event he keeled over during the tests.

When he got home, naturally I asked how it all went. His response was "Fine." He did say however, that they had a problem getting his heart rate up. Apparently, whatever they were doing as normal, had to be turned up a bit. Once they figured out where he needed to be, everything went quickly.

That same evening, after some adult play time I began to laugh. He for the life of him couldn't figure out what was so funny. (he knew he did WELL) I told him "Next time, never mind the treadmill......send me into the room with you hooked up to those wires for about an hour." He too started to laugh and said. "No kidding, it would be a whole lot more fun than running to get nowhere." I swear, I thought our hearts were going to race out of our chests.

His results came back with a huge smiley face that said "Normal!"


“To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill."

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge