This idea was inspired by a dear friend who is writing a witty, insightful, inspirational blog about getting her body back after having two kids. Originally, I started with the idea of accomplishing a press-handstand in 365 days. However, it's turned into so much more than that. It's really about my journey back from chronic fatigue syndrome, regaining strength and flexibility that I once had as a gymnast, and my journey back to ironman fitness (and more importantly, the life lessons I'm learning along the way).

Monday, March 24, 2014

1/17/14-3/23/14: Days 202-267

I’ve been struggling to write this blog post (hence the long gap between posts). I keep starting it and then stopping out of frustration. Well, here’s the essence of what I want to say, “I’m tired.” Overall I’m better than I was last year. I know my health has improved, and I’m grateful for that. And I need to keep the big picture in mind. As I started to feel better, I started to push myself harder. Mentally, I was ready to go! I had a long break. Mentally, I was more than ready to go. I was ready to dive head first into a full-on ironman training plan. Unfortunately, my body was not quite so ready. But as I was feeling better and better, I wanted to push harder and harder. But my body couldn’t quite keep up with my mind. So I wasn’t following a training plan to a T, but I was doing my best. And I was stressing about missed workouts. A familiar pattern started to emerge: I was pushing through a lot of “tired.” I was starting to rely on stimulants again, like caffeine and yerba mate. The tough thing about training is that pushing your body is part of the game. You push through tired and you get stronger. Given the CFS and adrenal fatigue diagnosis last year, I am well aware that there is a line that can be crossed. Crossing this line means you’ve pushed too hard and you do more damage then good. So where is that line? In yoga, they teach you to find your edge (in other words, or my interpretation, find the line). They also encourage you to fall down; if you cross the line or go beyond your edge, then you know where your edge is. When it comes to my energy level and pushing myself, I feel like I’ve accepted the space on the other side of the line as normal for way too long (like years and years). I don’t know if I’ve explained that well. But basically it’s like I’m finally starting to wake up a little bit and I’m realizing that it’s not normal to feel like crap most of the time. It’s like I (symbolically) fell over a long time ago and over time just started to accept this as my new normal. And now I’m like, oh, that’s not normal. In some aspects it’s kind of nice; I’m realizing that I don’t have to beat myself up for not utilizing every second of down time. Sometimes I don’t “want” to do something simply because I’m tired. It’s not because I’m lazy or unmotivated. I’m really, really tired.
So I think that my 8 months of extreme resting started to dig me out my hole and put me on the other side of the line. But with just a short amount of training and pushing too hard, I’ve fallen down again and knocked myself right back onto the crappy side of that line. I guess, keeping the bigger picture in mind, at least I’m now aware of the line. I suppose that’s progress.
I’m not sure if the CFS is still lingering or if it’s still the correct diagnosis. But I’m almost certain that I still have adrenal fatigue. I’ve been researching it and I definitely fit the criteria. In fact, there are varying degrees, and as I look back, I suspect that I have been drifting along the adrenal fatigue spectrum for quite sometime (like years). I think I’m just really good at pushing myself, that I was able to ignore the symptoms, and just keep pushing through. I believed that if I worked hard enough, I could do anything. But now, it’s like the cumulative stress has added up enough that the symptoms are too difficult to ignore. I finally realize that there’s a problem. It’s frustrating because I thought that I was on the mend. And I was, or I am (I hope), but the road to recovery is longer than I thought it was going to be. But that has also been a trend throughout this journey.
I’ve always been amazed at what my body could accomplish, but ironically, extremely disappointed in it for the things I thought it should be able to do or the things it failed to do. I think about all of the cumulative stresses I’ve put myself through over the years. In high school, I had every minute of every day planned out: I took honors classes; I did hours of homework every night; I did gymnastics 15+ hrs/wk; I did extra gymnastics conditioning at home every day; I also worked at the gym cleaning and coaching, in order to help pay for my gymnastics fees. I was constantly tired and always pushing through it. I got mono at 14 and it took about 6 months to recover (not normal). I was eventually forced to retire from gymnastics due to chronic injuries. I literally wore my body out. In college, I found new ways to push my body. I drank a lot and stayed out late, but still always managed to make it to class and maintain high GPA. In addition, I was working out a lot and suffering from an eating disorder. I often wonder how I endured all of that, and now I know that it catches up to you eventually. I actually battled the eating disorder off and on for the majority of my twenties. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that this is stressful to your body. I just didn’t realize that the effects would continue down the road. I also think about my schedule prior to my CFS diagnosis: I was working full-time, going to grad school full-time, training for triathlons, and volunteering on the officer team for my triathlon. As they say, hindsight is 20/20: it seems completely obvious that all of this was a recipe for disaster. But when I was in it, I didn’t see it. I was focused on working hard and pushing through. But what do you do when it all catches up to you and you can no longer push?
So now what? I don’t know exactly. I don’t think there’s one magic recipe to fix this. People are different, and different things work for different people. There’s no adrenal fatigue pill that I can take to make this go away. I know that I want to feel better. I want to be able to wake up in the morning and have energy (without stimulants) and feel good. I want to feel good enough to do all of the things that I want to do.
I’m grateful that I’m aware of the “line.” I’ll continue to try to figure out what my body needs in order to heal and to stay on the good side of that line. I’ve eliminated caffeine (I’ve still been using yerba mate on occasion). I’ve also been sleeping and resting A LOT. I’m grateful that my schedule allows me to rest, but resting a lot and not feeling rested is incredibly frustrating (and also a symptom of adrenal fatigue). I’ve been skipping workouts and resting instead.

But with every skipped workout, I question whether it’s smart to pursue ironman at this point. The thought of missing out on another tri season makes me sad. But the thought of trying to push through “tired” in order to survive another tri season is not appealing either. I’m tired of pushing. I’m tired of being tired. So I’m undecided. Is it too soon to throw in the towel for the whole season? Part of me holds onto the hope that good health is just around the corner. Although, I thought the same thing last year. Truth is, I have no idea how long it will be until I truly feel better. So for now, I’m going to try to be OK with the fact that I don’t know. And I’m going to do my best to put my health first and get myself on the healthy side of the “line.”

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