Twenty nine weeks ago, at the point of starting this training journal, I told you about the infamous ‘poxy resin’ incident. It was a pivotal moment in my ignorance and I suppose the possibilities of discovery. What I didn’t mention in that post and will share with you now is something else the lecturer, Dr Kerr told us. He started the first lecture confessing that with a topic like the human body it was almost impossible to find a beginning and end.
The body, he explained, is not happily bookmarked by time constraints. Can not be biologically explained by various points in evolution. Will not be broken down cadaver like into component parts. Primarily because everything within is interlinked.
So, we started at cellular level (hence the slide lecture on the first lesson) and then over the next two years worked our way around the various systems.
Well, it was a fascinating subject. One in which, I spend a significant amount of time with eyes widened and mouth in a soft ‘O’ of constant wonder. The body is beautiful in both its strength and fragility and I fell instantly and irrevocably in love with the subject. And like my relationships with Kylie Minogue and Taylor Swift, it has endured.
I’ve been lucky enough to spend a lot of my working life indulging in my obsession. I’ve taught first aid and administered a lot of it too. I’ve taught self defence. I’ve been both recipient and provider of personal training and in the ten years of owning my own running shop and events business I spent nearly every single day talking about running, training and general fitness.
During this time I learned a lot. But the one absolute thing I learned was that the body – while flexible and adaptable – would not be squeezed into a ‘one size fits all’. Some runners with technically awful running styles would never get injured. Some runners with beautiful running styles would be lurching from one injury to another. Injuries were often referred from another part of the body and compensatory. If left for a reasonable time, pain would occur in several sites making it almost impossible to trace the original complaint. Injuries were often overuse injuries, compounded by being ignored for too long, and in effect only responding to rest. But no one strategy was the same, which meant providing the correct advice when a problem occurred was difficult.
When you add in a complication like fibromyalgia, listening to your body becomes even more important. Early intervention can help prevent a myriad of problems from building to crisis point. I’ll be honest, while to not let it rule my life, I regularly mentally scan the various aches and pains that come with the territory to make sure they’re not getting worse. And when they do, take action to mitigate any effects. When that happens, moving is definitely the best thing to do. Even when the fatigue and pain is excruciating and all I want to do is sit on the couch with a trashy box set.
I managed to get through a couple of the set sessions in the early part of the week. The pace on the runs was woeful, barely faster than walking for much of it. But I was ok with that. I was moving forward at least and still on my feet. On Thursday I felt slightly better and managed to nail the set ‘pyramid’ intervals turbo session. But I had foolishly overdone it and was in a world of pain on Friday. I really should have known better. Saturday’s run at Woolacombe was over in 45 minutes rather than the scheduled 90 and I could not even start the cycle on Sunday.
But I have not given up. I’ve got a chiropractic appointment scheduled for early next week and a doctors appointment a few days later. I’m still moving. I got the hiking poles out for support and have been walking as much as possible. I’ve altered my working times so I’m not sat down as much as I have been and regularly get up to perform light exercises to see if I can chase the worst of it away and I have been resolutely positive that things will improve sufficiently in a few days to get back to it. We have 12 weeks to go.