I try my absolute best not to dwell too much on the day I had my heart attack last August, but on the other hand I refuse to shy away from one simple fact - I am very lucky to still be here. I put my family through hell and they are bloody amazing how they look after me and love me. Today I am 51 years old, and whilst one’s 51st birthday is obviously not a big one, goddam am I happy and grateful that I can actually enjoy turning 51 today………………
I don’t know what if anything I believe in, but it obviously wasn’t my time to die. I was on a dog walk earlier this morning with my wife and we were talking about how it would have really messed our two girls up if I had gone and died. I am still here though, and at the grand old age of 51 I have never felt fitter or stronger. I ran a relatively comfortable 10k on Monday morning and I did an intensive gym based heart rehab session yesterday evening. I am loving this stuff. I have chosen to use my heart attack as incentive to try and stick around for as long as I can. Apologies, I don’t mean to be self-indulgent here, but life’s a strange one at the best of times. It really choked me up this morning when I opened up a birthday card from my mum, because I am so used to seeing “love from Mum and Dad” in there, instead of just mum. I miss my dad so much. My cards from my two girls were incredibly touching and emotional, and my wife is beyond amazing. I am a ridiculously lucky man.