Before I even had a chance to realize it, I became that woman. I turned a certain age and it became almost required of me to have regular doctor’s office visits.
I feel fine. I don’t feel like I need to go visit the doctor’s office. I know that I should, but I don’t put it at the top of my priority list because there are about 100 other things that I have going on in my life that are more of a priority.
When my doctor’s office called one day to schedule a routine physical, I obliged. I realize that there are certain factors in my health history that a physician could be concerned about and want to check on and discuss with me.
Of course, just as I expected, the physical went wonderfully. The doctor raved about how healthy I am – great weight, great lungs, great everything else. I beamed. This was not a surprise. I work very hard to be, well, great.
But I have to be careful because one great physical can put your ego on a hard-core trip. It would’ve been very easy for me to slack off after that doctor’s visit. I could’ve taken the next couple of days off from working out (like I do after I complete a half marathon) to celebrate this accomplishment.
I could’ve run straight to Baskin-Robbins and had a two-scoop ice cream sundae all the while saying, “I deserve it! I had a great physical.”
But this is not what I did. I hunkered down and started working out harder. After reducing my exercise habits for a month after my half marathon in April, I got back to intense training after that physical. I started lifting weights again, got back on the exercise bike and worked my abdominal muscles back into shape.
There’s no slacking off when you are my age. You have to take that great physical as a credit to the hard work you are putting in, not use it as an excuse to take a day off.
I don’t want to be back in that doctor’s office for something other than a physical.
Sure my ego is still huge after that appointment (who doesn’t love to hear they are doing “great” when it comes to their health?) and it might take me a couple of more weeks to come back down, but in the meantime, I am going to revel that a health professional thinks I am great.
It’s the goal we are all aiming for.
Angela Borchert is a freelance writer who lives in Vacaville. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.