It’s been a while, folks. It’s been a long, long while. Injury and apathy have kept me from exercise, honestly. Why not be honest, right?
I had back issues about a year and a half ago that really set me back, leading to three MRIs that showed three slipped disks. I went to rehab for it for a month or so, and then I started working out again, slowly, one machine at a time. I hired a personal trainer so that I could build strength in a safe way.
At the same time, though, I felt rough. I’d gained weight due to lack of exercise and the side-effects of medication. Until very recently, when my doctor said it would be possible to lose weight while on the meds, I was apathetic. If exercise wasn’t going to help, why do it? I got sad because I had enjoyed training for triathlons and taking boxing classes so much. I missed my athletic friends with whom I’d enjoyed biking early in the morning on paths that cut through woods, just this side of a highway.
In the time since my last post, I have developed tremors. I am figuring out what to do about that, medically. Meanwhile, I’m self-conscious of running, walking, and even standing.
My new trainer (the other one changed jobs), a sprightly young woman, really is empowering. She didn’t second-guess my goal of finishing a sprint tri by October at all. In fact, she said, “Let’s get outside,” and she had me running in bursts. I hadn’t run in about two years.
Afterward, my knees were incredibly sore. However, some ibuprofen and ice cured that. Endorphins raced through my brain. Synapses fired. Though I felt a bit defeated by my own mind and body, thinking, “This is embarrassing–I used to do so much better!”
However, that kind of thinking kept me away from the gym. I want to be in the gym again. I want to have goals, and I need the social aspect that I miss so much.
Now, I’ll write again. I’ll tell you about my journey as I deal with my disorder while working toward the triathlon goal. I will have to listen to my trainer and my body so that I don’t get hurt again.
It’s totally cliche, but the right attitude can make a big difference in quality of life. Sometimes it’s really hard when my hands and legs are shaking. It’s hard when kids ask what’s wrong with me.
This isn’t a pity party. That’s not what this blog’s about. My goal is to archive my journey and maybe provoke some smiles.
See you next time!