I started up my C25K plan again yesterday morning. I’d done it before, but on a treadmill, so I really don’t count that as actual race training/planning/prep.
And I travelled 2.2 miles around our neighborhood from 6:00 – 6:30am. And I took a shower, took Miss L to daycare, and went to work.
Then, sometime around 9:30, my body decided it was time to pay for my exercise. Every muscle in my upper body started tightening, my spine stiffened, my legs just got painfully sore, and my head started to pound from all of the muscle tension. I stretched all day, doing yoga and deep breathing, and tried to put out the fire that was spreading throughout my body. At the end of the day, my hands were even cramping.
At about 3pm, I started cursing inside my head. I was so upset and mad that I tried to do something, and not something insane, just something, and my body decided that was too much. Some days walking is too much. Some days the stairs are too much. And other days I can walk endlessly and it just doesn’t matter.
I didn’t observe Fibromyalgia Awareness day this month. It came and went, and I honestly relieved to not be aware of it on its own day. May 12, 2011 was a normal day. But yesterday I was aware of it, and today I’m aware of it. And I hope that, by tomorrow, my memory fades away again.
I know lots of people think that my goal of running the Half Marathon is far-fetched. And they’re practical for thinking that. But sometimes I wish I could set a real fitness goal like so many other “normal” people and meet it without my body deciding to fight me at every step of the way.
I’m writing this post today to make January’s accomplishment feel that much better. Whatever, fibromyalgia. I’m running that race with or without you, I just don’t care anymore.