I’ve learned one more thing in life NOT to do- brag about how I never get sick. I mean, normally I don’t get sick. But I’ll never take that for granted again. Generally I can feel something coming on, get a little extra sleep and knock it right out. Apparently I take some kind of pride in this “ability” because I’ve said it to people multiple times even within the past month or so. Over the past 5 days karma came and knocked me off my superior immune system high horse.
The funny (ok, not funny at all, but noteworthy) part was that I saw this coming on. In retrospect, I could feel a bug lurking for about two weeks, but I choose to never sit down and get all the rest and recovery I needed. Opportunities for this and that kept popping up, red eye flights, extra training sessions, extra lifting, “active recovery” days that became full-on high intensity workouts. No bueno. It came to a head on Thursday at the gym. I walked in feeling fine, in fact specifically noting how great my body and joints felt. I did my normal mobility/warm up/skill work then took on a relatively heavy workload. Part way into my Olympic lifts I could tell my body just wasn’t there. The weight just felt heavier than it “should”. As an aside, I hate getting caught up in the “should”. In my experience with weightlifting, The Should, that wretched, insidious beast, can actually work against you from both directions. It can limit you because if you’ve reached the predetermined weight that you think you should be at you may limit yourself. On the other hand if you are below where you should be you feel bad about it, even if you are doing good quality work that is heavy for you on a given day. I digress. The barbell felt heavy and I was missing lifts left and right (front and back really, but who’s counting?). By the time I moved onto my squats I just plain felt sick. But do you think I stopped? OF COURSE NOT! That would be lame and weak, right? I put a belt on as tight as humanly possible and did the squats. Then did a metcon. Then did another metcon. Oh yeah, baby, we got it in! I’M SO TOUGH! So tough until I found myself debilitated, exacerbating an existing medical issue, unable to eat for days and in urgent care, followed by nasty, toxic medications just to get things back in order. Winning! Not so much. Here’s a quick video summary of some of Thursday’s work:
Am I being long winded? Sorry, I suppose from not blogging forever. In short, I ‘ve now missed multiple days of training and withered into a weak, helpless, newborn fawn as my coach would say. For what? To prove that I could push through, I guess. While this whole experience has been awful, painful, frustrating, and still not concluded, I feel very fortunate that it happened now, not during the Open, Regionals, etc., and is something that will resolve relatively quickly. I’m feeling so grateful for the general health that I enjoy day to day. My little one survived it, even though we didn’t get to enjoy some beautiful fall days together. This is going to be a long exciting year of training and competing and I need to survive and thrive, not pound myself into the ground. I almost can’t believe I’m still trying to figure out that boundary between being tough and being stupid. Eh. I never said I wasn’t hard headed.
I always have the blessing of this bright little spirit even, on the toughest of days. Here he is practicing some running back footwork in the urgent care waiting room. Dude knows how to have fun anytime, anywhere. I think he got that hands on hips, disapproving head shake midway through from someone close to home.