Gold Stars

I love me some gold stars.

Pretty sure it's because Mom was a teacher, and when she made our job charts for home, we got a gold star for every completed chore on a given day.

I can still see my job chart from when I was seven. It was flashy.

So I had my follow-up consult with the cardiologist a couple weeks ago.

He said everything came back good...

*gold star*

...that the monitor showed "very few skipped beats."

*gold star*

He asked if I was jumping off the roof around 7:00 a.m., so I told him about our hill repeats, of which I'd done four wearing the monitor. He said my heart rate topped out at the same level as it did on his treadmill...

*gold star*

...(where he said I went as fast as a 17-year-old should be able to go).

*gold star*

He said my pulse gets "a little low" at night.

"How low is a little low?" I asked.

"Thirty-nine beats per minute."

*GOLD STAR*

When I followed up with my regular doc, she said I'd been the highlight of the cardio doc's week.

I giggled as I laid all this on Dave. Then I swanned around singing "Teacher's Pet."

Hey, you take your gold stars where you can get them, right?

Have you snagged some gold stars recently? BRAG ABOUT 'EM!