Join us Tuesday May 25th at 10am CST.
Join us Tuesday May 25th at 10am CST.
I used to be a runner
I used to be a regular runner, and I think one of the worst parts about chronic illness has been having to give that up. Between the joint pain, being too exhausted to run in the first place, and the exercise-induced flare-ups, it's really discouraging.
But I loved running. It was my therapy. It was my time to switch off. Mindfulness before I knew mindfulness was a thing. Time out in fresh air, under the sun, in nature.
So one of the things I look back on and wish desperately to have again is that feeling. The breeze guiding you on and that post-run high.
I think if I really wanted to, if I wanted to make it a priority, I could run again. I could gently work my way back up to my weekly 30k. I think motivation and beating that discouragment that comes as a result of trying and then spending several days down for the count are factors that can be overcome.
So I decided to sign up for Dubai Run, an annual marathon that allows you to choose your distance. A socially distanced community event. The run this year allows you to take your dog. Yes! Again my dog is my saving grace, a source of motivation (she is a sighthound, born for running, and needs more activities like this). And the 2k dog run is easily achievable with two weeks training.
And I'm hoping that I can find space for this in my life again. Because I think once I get over that initial hurdle and ease my body into running again, that it will be ok, and it will help me. And I can be that girl who runs again.
I ran. And then I ran some more.
Yesterday's run was nearly self destructive. I was anxious and annoyed bc my husband's ex-wife decided to drop by unannounced to see my two oldest (they are biologically his and hers but as far as we are all concerned she was a surrogate and they are mine. It's a long story...). Her arrogance precedes her and it usually sends me into a tailspin bc I have to swallow my anger and annoyance and act as though she doesn't bother me.
Well, that backfired and I am notorious for doing punishing things when I'm upset...like going for a run in 100°f fu¢k!n weather in dark clothing. By the time I got home I could hardly breathe and on the verge of passing out and throwing up. But at least I wasn't thinking about his Ex or my feelings anymore. I know it's ok to use running as a form of self soothing, just NOT that way. And I kind of hate myself for it.
#Anxiety #Selfsoothing #Running #badideas
Against the wind
Sit down; this is going to take a few minutes.
A month and a half ago I had a mammogram. No biggie, right? It showed a calcium deposit so I
had to get a follow up diagnostic mammogram. Also, no biggie. Couldn’t be more wrong. Shall we dance?
My mammo was done on the bus that came to my work place. Not the usual people that do it but it was my scheduled time of year. My doctor, for some reason didn’t get results but I didn’t know that. When I received the phone call that I needed a follow up, I scheduled the appointment. When I arrived, they called my doctor for his approval of the test and he refused it. Wait. What?
And we’re now shuffling. So I go see my doctor the next t week, he writes a referral for someplace else, I go the following week and the referral us written incorrectly, can’t get the test done. Now I’m fuming! I called my doctor, yelled at his nurse, told her exactly what the tech said I needed the referral to say and told her to call me back. In the meantime, I went to the other place to get my films, which is stored somewhere else but they promised they’d r pedigree it for me. Nice dream, isn’t it? Are you still with me?
Ok. Referral is now written correctly and sent, appointment is set, I’m relaxed. Big mistake. The day before the test I get a call; they don’t have my films. Of course they don’t! Why should anyone do their jobs correctly? So I make the call, do the running, ream people out for apparently no reason (deer in headlights looks) and now I can breathe. Ha!
I finally get to the day of the tests, get to the facility with my films (it’s a CD), and I’m told the diagnostic mammogram is down! You have got to be kidding! In total, I’ve waited a month and a half to get this lousy thing done and once again I’m not going to be able to? I’ve rescheduled it one more time. Thus is the last time I’m doing this. As I see it, I’m not supposed to have this test done at this point. If my breast falls off, then so be it. I’ve didn’t more than enough time, gas, aggravation, brain real estate, and worry on this. Moving on.
Running and Fibromyalgia
I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia 3 years ago, but I’m still struggling to accept the changes I have to make with my life. I’m trying to run a couple of times each week but I have no stamina, can only run for a minute and then have to walk for at least two minutes. How do you guys cope? Anyone who can give me advice? #Fibromyalgia #Running #Stamina
Girls on the run 5k with mild cp and 22q deletion syndrome
My daughter has been training for a 5k race she is 12 years old with mild form of spastic cerebral palsy and a genetic chromosome deletion called 22q11.2 also known as DiGeorge syndrome and velocardiofacial syndrom. This is her last year running the 5k girls on the run race because she is moving on to middle school in the fall. Bella is a beautiful redhead with bright blue eyes. Bella is smart, fun and strongwilled determined to meet her own personal goals dispite pushing through some tough leg pains on ocassion.
Bella has kept up with girls on the run since she was in 3rd grade. Missed days of school to attend physical theraphy appoitments, occupational appoitment and speech on top of psychology appoitments.
we made it through one step at a time achieving one goal at a time.
I wasnt to encourage parents of newly diagosed kid that the moutian we face is huge we can achieve thing in our own pace in our own time. It not about winning first place in the race but building endurance and to keep pressing forward even when our legs mind and hearts feel like jelly piles of goo.
I too have 22q and having my child has shown me humans are made to achieve great things, push past limits and standards set by others.
we are proof that the power of perspective is a powerful force to be reconed with
thanks for reading
#ChronicIllness #MentalHealth #22q11 .2 #CerebralPalsy #Running #Health #Parenting #SpecialNeeds #ADHD
Yesterday I ran, completed, and WON (for my age division) a 5k... on the one year anniversary of “hitting rock bottom”. This time last year, I was fighting suicidal thoughts, could barely move physically and was completely depleted mentally... feels good to look back and see how far I’ve come. #CheerMeOn #Recovery #Depression #Anxiety #Exercise #Running