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Gotta run

29/4/2020

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Abalone. Photo: Etsuko Yasunaga Photo: Etsuko Yasunaga
By Etsuko Yasunaga
 
“IT’S QUITE possible that you may have had a heart attack in the past.” My cardiologist said calmly. My mind was racing however, trying hard to absorb and comprehend what she had just said to me. It certainly wasn’t the sentence I expected to hear. It was the end of March. The world was already shrinking due to COVID 19, but this was when my whole world came crashing down on me. I felt heavy and suffocated.
 
A regular base ECG test at my GP a week prior revealed a few concerns for my heart, so I was referred to a specialist. Doctor’s orders were simple but painful – no more running until I get the all clear. Only three days before this, I participated in a fun run, and officially ran 10 km for the first time in my life. I trained hard and consistently for this event since January. It was a brilliant run, and I had a ball. I just had a taste of the exhilaration of distance running, then only to be taken away from me a few days later. Life was cruel. 

Would I ever be able to run again? I walked back to my car with a heavy heart. Not only was my running out of question, but also I had possible serious health concerns. In a flash my thought went straight to my death. What is my burning desire if I were to die? What will I be doing on my last breath on this precious earth? The answer was simple. I had more writing to accomplish. I seriously thought I’d better urgently finish a later chapter of my eulogy that I started when I wrote my book.

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I was upset and anxious for the rest of the day. I agonised over the cause of it – is it possible that I overtrained? Did I push too hard? Despite worries over my health, I slept reasonably well that night. A good night’s sleep helped me to accept my circumstances, and to move on. I looked on the bright side. I was still alive (in spite of a possible silent heart attack). Although I couldn’t run I could still walk. As a keen ex-bushwalker I enjoy walking immensely. Literally, I took walking in my stride. I walked everywhere in Inverloch.
 
Through long hours of meandering I discovered many pathways and little cul-de-sacs that I didn’t know existed before. Walks were leisurely and I wasn’t pressed for time, I could stop any time and take pictures if I wanted. I took delights in finding beauty in fauna and flora I hadn’t properly seen before. I may have walked past them many times before, but I began to pay more attention to tiny details of the petals of a flower and the bees inside, the shape of a leaf or the texture of tree bark. There was beauty everywhere. The beauty in nature soothed my apprehension and frustration.
 
In a way the timing was impeccable. The fun run I was registered to run 10 km the following week was cancelled and so were all parkrun events worldwide due to the spread of corona virus. As I was forced to slow down because of my own health concerns, the world was closing in rapidly. Humanity was gripped with fear and every individual was forced to pause and to reflect on important matters - where we were before, where we are heading after as a global society, and who we truly are. Non-urgent but extremely profound questions were staring right at our faces. There were no more excuses because suddenly we had plenty of time.
 
A few further tests followed. A treadmill stress echocardiogram and an ultrasound of my resting heart were conducted. I was so looking forward to the stress test because it gave me an opportunity to run again. Oh how wonderful to be allowed to run even for a few kilometres, even on a medical treadmill! I was delighted that I passed the not-so-stressful stress test with flying colours. Waiting for the consultation with my cardiologist was the most excruciating and anxious part of my four-week ordeal. The consultation was a video conference using Skype to avoid unnecessary contact.
 
“Can I run?”

​“Yes, you can. In fact running may be one of the few things keeping you sane right now. Go on and enjoy your run.”
 
Twenty eight days of the testing time for me as a runner was over just like that.
 
I will have a non-urgent further test in the near future, but I couldn’t care less. The most important thing was that I was able to run again. Within ten minutes of the all-clear from the cardiologist, I was running up Albert Ruttle Drive feeling bursting and infinite joy in my heart – a strong beating heart.
 
At the same time a quiet voice within reminded me of a precious learning from this experience. ‘May I never again take for granted the sensation of my legs driving me forward, arms swinging freely and my breath rhythmically in and out of my body. May I never again take for granted the sense of freedom and clarity of thought I receive from running.’ It’s a valuable lesson I learned during my refraining from the act of running, and only through many hours of long beach walks in solitude.
14 Comments
Shaz Green
29/4/2020 05:53:24 pm

A wonderful read and very timely share Etsuko. Thank you for sharing the joys of life when you slow down and when you run. A dichotomy many of us are facing in our lives either literally or figuratively.

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Etsuko
29/4/2020 09:28:46 pm

As always I appreciate your time for my writing. In a way I was focused on my own issues so it certainly distracted me from COVID doom & gloom. I then realised there is a similarity between the current situation and my experience as I wrote this piece. Same as running, for me the act of writing brings much clarity. I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

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Tony O'Connell
29/4/2020 06:43:40 pm

I love the way you write Etsuko. From the heart, and in this case, about the heart :-)

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Etsuko
29/4/2020 09:42:02 pm

Other than from my heart, I don't know how to write. All other creative pursuits are the same, in my view. Our hearts are the seat of human soul. Even in running, the will (the resolve) comes from the heart. Thank you for taking time (away from your running) to read my writing. Much appreciated.

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Lyn Harris
30/4/2020 11:10:03 am

Etsuko, I am so happy for you, that your health is all good!
I look forward to the day we can all get back in to Park Run and see so many happy faces, enjoying our beautiful region.

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Etsuko
30/4/2020 01:46:16 pm

Thank you for taking time to read my writing, Lyn. Yes, we all miss our parkrun wherever we live. I trust parkrun events will come back stronger and will continue to thrive with much deeper application for our communities. Until then, stay well and happy.

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Kathy Hill
1/5/2020 06:32:35 pm

Etsuko- you are so honest and generous in your writing - that story is all the more powerful because of that - thank-you. This time makes us pause and face our mortality - you've shown a way to make that a good thing.

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Etsuko
1/5/2020 09:42:35 pm

Your two words describing my writing, 'honest' and 'generous' touched me deeply. We can all learn from any experience. To be able to share my story through my writing was probably the best thing to come out of this. Thank you for your continued support and interest in my writing.

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Helen Patterson
2/5/2020 12:42:53 pm

Etsuko, une piece tres incitative; nous rappelant que chaque jour nous devons apprendre de ce que la vie nous donne.

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Etsuko
2/5/2020 02:16:46 pm

Merci d'avoir pris le temps de lire mes écrits, Helen. La vie consiste à apprendre des expériences.

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Bernadette
4/5/2020 05:46:02 pm

Bonsoir Etsuko,
Je suis vraiment contente que votre joli coeur soit en parfaite condition!
Et je suis d’accord avec Helen.
C’est dommage que ce soit seulement après avoir surmonté des moments difficiles dans la vie, que la plupart des gens réalisent que les plaisirs de la vie se trouvent dans les choses et les moments les plus simples.
Je vous admire!

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Etsuko
5/5/2020 09:57:57 pm

Merci d'avoir pris le temps de lire mon article. Vos mots sont significatifs et précieux. J'apprécie votre soutien continu à mon écriture, Bernadette.

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Verena
6/5/2020 12:45:10 pm

With a smile I read the end of your story.
I really enjoy your writing and am so pleased that your heart is happy to run.
Enjoy it Etsuko and also life in general
Keep writing, not in stress, in passion.

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Etsuko
7/5/2020 02:18:26 pm

Thanks for your continued support and genuine encouragement, Verena. Our heart is an interesting organ as we often see it as the seat of emotions, feelings and passion. I will continue to write until it no longer comes from my heart.

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