Friday, June 01, 2012
There's a bit of competitive edge in me that keeps me going. There's also a part of me that I've not known before, the one who knows when to quit.
You see, I'm not one to quit. I've pushed through fractured feet, screaming lower back pain, heat exhaustion and dehydration to make it to the finish line, and all I ever wanted to do was finish. People have called me "tough." Maybe I am.
But, the Tri is getting the best of me, this year. My Half Ironman goal was crushed by a series of crashes prior to the event, and my throat closing up during the Olympic Distance swim (I elected to drop down a distance). My back was still so injured that I barely made it through a 25-mile training ride (we have to do 60 for the HIM). My last Sprint was fine, except for the bike. I'm still in recovery mode from the crash a month ago and that's still hurting me on the bike.
So, I'm taking the rest of the month off training and have no events scheduled until August. I'm also going through a series of tests to see what's going on in my lungs and determine the cause of my respiratory issues that have plagued me over the past couple of years - and forced me out of the Oly swim.
Later this morning, I'm going into the hospital for a CAT scan on my lungs. Because my DH is a smoker, I'm concerned about the effects of second-hand smoke. Because I have Lupus SLE, I'm concerned about lupus-related pleurisy.
Well, it's time to step back, take time to heal and start rebuilding. There will always be another Half Ironman...