It was a beautiful day yesterday so I decided to see, after 19 years of ectopics, if it was true that exercise wouldn't kill me. I borrowed a bicycle and went for a ride. I ended up having a lovely day and regretting the years that I had lost to the anxiety of ectopics, panic disorder and agoraphobia. Only one ectopic all day. Ignored it. Infact, I cycled slightly faster to make a point to my body!
So, 40 year old man manages to survive his first proper exercise in 19 years. It's true what you ectopic sufferers are being told! I've been the guinea pig! So I urge you to get out there and get those endorphins going...just a word of warning though: an 18 mile bike ride = sore arse!!