Yesterday I went to the cardiologist for a physical stress test. That’s the kind of test where they have you run on a treadmill on an incline with a bunch of wires attached to you to check how your heart and your circulatory system work. I asked for this exam because of hereditary high cholesterol levels that are raging in both my mom and dad, and going back to my grandparents.

I’m usually an active guy who tries to exercise every single day on my gym equipment here at home. I’m far from being “jacked” or anything like that, but I’ve never been overweight, and all in all, I’ve kept an almost vegetarian diet for most of my life (chicken breast twice a week or so). I cut out cheese and dairy from my diet completely about two months ago. This will only help somewhat; it will probably only buy me a couple of years before I have to take medications, probably.

I was happy with the quality stress check they did on me yesterday. It was long and thorough. They took the time (about half an hour) to check everything before they put me on the treadmill. The test itself started fine, I walk every day (even on short days, I try always to take the stairs), and I was comfortable even at high walking speeds with an incline. But when they had me start running, I was out of breath within minutes.

This is a test that is designed to push my comfort levels. To get to that point, they had to include higher speeds and additional incline, but still, I didn’t like how fast I was uncomfortable with jogging. I used to have the ability to switch to what I call “running breaths,” where I breathe through my nose and exhale through my mouth and maintain this for a pretty long time. At my best, I would go for more than an hour at a low speed before I stopped, still comfortable. I was never a fast runner, but I was in decent shape. Yesterday, I had to ask them to stop. I was lying on the bed after the run so that they could check my heart rate, and I was breathing hard and couldn’t hold my breath too long when they asked me so that they could check me.

This annoys me. To this point, I’ve been fairly flexible with my exercise routine, and to be fair, I got around to it most days of the week sooner or later (sometimes after a nap, as I still have my sleeping issues). But these are strength exercises with weights, and they are usually short, around 20-30 minutes or so. I tried to pick up running a few months ago, but I let my daily workload at my job and the rising temperature convince me to give up on it.

These days, a week doesn’t go by where people close to me are telling me that I work too much, probably because that’s all I talk about. I can make adjustments to my sleep hygiene, but I know it will only go so far. I’ve been sleeping too little and making up for it later in the day for some five or six years, and I’m able to adjust to a degree.

The problem with running is that it needs to be a morning habit. I need to wake up early and have enough energy to go outside. I can start by walking and go on from there - this is my usual Jedi mind trick - but the time of day must be the morning because there is no later time for running. That’s a problem because of my sleep, which is a problem because of work, and the little time I already have for myself as is.