The west is calling……
Not so good news with my body. A few days of varied training, some days not so bad… then mid-week I rode with my friend Bethany and had one of the most painful rides I have experienced to date. I don’t want to say it was the worst one as there have been some doozy’s, but it was certainly among the worst. Since then I’ve been icing, stretching, and sighing heavily a lot.
I saw Josh Glass the day after my ride and he said I was completely locked up, and just a mess… he planned to call Dr Mautner (they work closely together) to discuss continued intervention with my treatment. I truly appreciate that my caregivers are not giving up on me.
It is hard for me to understand why this is so difficult to diagnose and treat. I can appreciate that what is going on is the (likely) result of years of damage done…. then you add to it a crash which breaks half my body… then top it off with several weeks of complete bed-ridden inactivity – to affect with atrophy. I get all of that. What I do not get is why/how things continue to get worse. ??
Not better I understand. Only slight improvement I could tolerate. But WORSE? How does something get worse when you are only doing things meant to improve it? This is probably the part that most confuses me. And I think it’s valid.
In other much happier news, I’ve been busy preparing for my move to Boulder. I’ll be leaving in a couple weeks and am very excited to shake up my life a bit and try something different. Calling Boulder “home” I know will be an awesome experience, and good for me on a lot of levels. From my training stints there in previous summers I have managed to make a nice group of friends, all of whom have been so welcoming with news of my impending move. The last couple of months I have received consistent emails, text messages and phone calls … “Can’t wait until you get here!” or “We are counting down!” or “It will be so great to have you here!” All of those messages have been so wonderful and I feel blessed to be going to a place I already feel is home, with people I already feel are friends.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to train when I get there. Certainly that was the original intent – but as of now things aren’t looking so good. It’s hard to think about being in triathlon paradise and not being able to take advantage of it. But Colorado is such an outdoor, active culture… if I can’t swim, bike or run – I will find something else to do. I keep positive thoughts coming and keep smiling when reading a text Monica Byrn sent me a month ago: “Boulder is great for healing… See you soon!”
I could use some healing…
Cheers!
