Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I'm still sick. I went to work this morning just to keep from getting too far behind, and then I went home. I finally got the cat off my lap, so I can type. I want to sleep, but I'll do that later.
Swam Friday afternoon. I did twelve laps: I think 15 laps equals the length of the swim portion of the triathlon I'm doing in June. No foot cramps. It occurred to me while I was swimming that, given how much I have to work to keep my head up while swimming, it was a very bad idea to do pull-ups immediately afterwards. The muscles weren't just warmed up, they were stressed. Pull ups were too much. So, lesson learned.
I discovered a goofy side-crawl stroke I can do, along with a backstroke, if I cannot conquer breathing while doing the freestyle scrawl. I haven't taken a swim lesson yet, so I'm not admitting defeat and I am still optimistic; I just like to keep my options open.
I decided to test myself by getting out of the pool by using my arms, rather than climbing out using the ladder. I did it. I was so wobbly I almost fell over, though. I'm glad no one saw me stumbling around like a drunken sailor on shore leave, because that would have been embarrassing.
After the swim, I went to the bike shop to have my bike fitted. I had the saddle too low - by almost an inch! The bike was having other work done (like fixing a spoke I bent last May). I haven't ridden in a couple of months now, and just being on my bike while the LBS guy was fitting it felt great. The shop left a message yesterday - it's ready to be picked up. I'd love to be able to ride. The weather's been good the past few days. The wind finally died down. We're getting another air stagnation warning, but I have fairly healthy lungs so I tend to continue exercising outdoors until the warnings indicate otherwise. But alas, I am still sick.
This bug hit like a freight train. Went for a run Saturday morning. I ran a little over three miles. Most of the last mile was walking; I need to increase my stamina. During the Seahawks' game, I had a bit of a dry cough. That's not unusual when I've exercised hard. It was fairly warm that morning, but it was really windy. The wind often kicks up all kinds of stuff, and I assumed I'd inhaled too much dust or dirt. Toward the end of the game, my cough started to get kind of gooey. Within an hour, I was feeling drained and coughing a lot. By the next day, it moved up into my sinuses, too.
I haven't been feverish, but I'm kind of hoping this is the flu. The Hubs got a flu shot this year; if this is the flu, he won't get it from me. (I almost always get a flu shot to protect him. I didn't this year.) I have the bone-deep achiness, the chills, but not much of a fever.
One of my co-workers has been out all week, too. He has bronchitis. I'm not going to the doctor, though. Right now, I'm a little mad at my doctor.
The x-rays showed no sign of arthritis. I have a bone spur on my heel and the doc suspects plantar fasciitis. He wants me to "not overdo it" on physical activity. WTF? I don't think I'm currently "over-doing it," so I'm not planning on slowing down.
I've found that pain is the most reliable behavior-modification tool my body has. If my body wants me to stop doing something, it will hurt. Right now, it doesn't hurt when I run. Given that I'm 185 pounds, you would think that running would be the exercise that hurts. Nope. What hurts? Spin classes and swimming.
I'm also a little annoyed because the doc wants me to get another 12-hour fasting blood draw after I've gone a week with no supplements. None. I'm cringing just thinking about it. In the past, I've gotten leg cramps after several days of not taking calcium supplements. I've started taking melatonin because I was having so much trouble sleeping. One of the reasons I do this heavy supplementation is for immune support, and I believe my allergies are no where near as severe as they would be without it.
(I had long hair when I was in my twenties. It was never very healthy: It was brittle. It split all the time. It was really fly-away, and I could do nothing to control it. I cut it progressively shorter until I ended up with really short hair. Several years ago, I started growing it out. I've been amazed at how healthy my hair is. I credit the vitamin & mineral supplements I take with the difference in my hair. Pretty hair isn't critical, but I believe healthy hair is a sign of my overall health. So it's not just wacky, crackpot stuff.)
It's only a week, and I will survive. I have a follow-up appointment with him in a few weeks. I'm apprehensive. I've put a lot into my "new" life. I don't want to be told to slow down, because I don't think I'm moving too fast. I don't want to have to explain to people, "Gee, I gave up on triathlon because my doctor told me I was working too hard." I don't want to think I purchased a membership in USA Triathlon for nothing.
I know I'm worrying about nothing, because the appointment isn't for ten days. But I can't exercise because I'm sick, so jumping to conclusions and wringing my hands is just about the only activity I can do.