The cumulative effects of the past 2 weeks remind me that even though I'm an athlete, I'm not a distance athlete: I don't do Ironmans or marathons (or 50k or 100k running races, for that matter). Instead, I do the shorter versions of races. Mostly this is for physical reasons.
Chemo is its own long-distance race, tucked inside this 100 miler race that I'll call my treatment plan year. I am 9/12 weeks in and hit a mental block that I'll need to navigate. It's helpful to acknowledge when something sucks, but I'm making sure not to lean in to that too much.
Coincidentally, the Chicago Triathlon Club's monthly meeting will feature an Ironman champion talking about endurance racing, so I'll be heading there for inspiration. And talking to my therapist. :) Because I need it. Final stretch, here we come.
One foot in front of the other, looking down at the ground while going uphill, not the finish in the distance.
Today's infusion: Had Benadryl in it! Because I'm having a skin reaction and we're trying to calm it. I started a prescription (putting cannabis aside) to help me sleep at night. Several weeks of poor sleep is taking its toll, and if I can get the skin part under control, that would help a lot too.
I'm still living a normal life, just at a slower pace thanks to special effects! 🙃 I'm going to call this new state my "island time."
- My workouts dropped intensity this week, but I still went.
- I was really dragging before volunteering, but I still went (although, I literally abandoned my cheese distribution station at the end to leave early ... I never abandon a post! Thankfully it was at the very end.)
- I tried to add too many new movements at the gym and my arm swelled a bit, so I saw the physical therapist and got myself a plan and a compression sleeve.
- I matched with someone on an app and went out on another date, and I shopped for a new date night top that goes well with my shaved head, so I can feel confident.
- I found myself craving cheese pizza and just leaned into a few large slices. Even though it didn't taste the same, I could imagine so closely what I wanted it to taste like that it hit the spot perfectly.
- I'm listing this all more for me than you, to remind myself how I can keep up the momentum even when it feels like something is blocking me.
I've got my "Keep Going" bracelet to look at when I need, and I tell myself, "You've got this."
This won't last forever! And only way through it is through, right?
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