Break On Through to the Other Side

It seems like just yesterday I was too busy to really blog because I was finishing grad school.  Every time I'd have a thought or two to share, this song would play in my head:

Break on through to the other side

Then I would think, Sure, I can write about this.  I can blog more when I Break On Through to the Other Side.

Well, about four weeks ago I broke on through and it's taken me four damn weeks to write.  I finished grad school, my degree posted to my transcripts and now I'm just waiting on my diploma. The hard work and isolation paid off, because I finished with almost a 4.0, too. And I pretty much instantly started working on my list of Shit to Do Once I Graduate. I applied to volunteer a few different places (and am already doing an event in a few weeks), I started working on some mini-consulting projects, I went on a celebratory cruise and had several celebratory parties and dinners (remember, this was the first graduation CELEBRATION of my LIFE), I have seen lots of friends, and I started working on ways to see more live music (and have already seen some live sporting events.)

Yes, I've still been feeling crappy on and off. The allergies being under control has made a huge difference.  There are still some pending tests, but I've reconciled myself to the idea that I'm back on the Health Roller Coaster for the time being, and that it may not end until after I've hit clinical remission this coming April, if then.  I've learned to be ok with that again.
 
And now I can't seem to find the time to blog because I'm busy doing all. Of. The. Things. 

All of The Things also includes training, although as you can imagine the training hasn't been as focused as it has been previously.  But I'm ok with this, too.  The fact that I'm still fitting in 15-20 miles of running a week at this point and doing All of The Things makes me happy. It's a good balance.  This is a good time for the running volume to increase and some of the celebrations to die down.

I'm enjoying life on the other side.

FOMO vs NEJR

I pushed the button.

I am signed up for this.

And to train for it, I'm going to do this and this (and I'm sure a few 5 or 10ks).


(Seattle, why do you have to be so hilly?!?!!? I wanted a FLAT marathon this year!)

And, as you know, I HAVE to have myself a "catch phrase" or a "motto" or two for my marathon training season.  (Prepare yourself.  The hashtags are coming.)  Since this will be the 8th I've trained for and hopefully my 7th marathon, one of them is definitely going to be "Lucky Number 7."

But you know to marathon train seriously I have to battle how shitty I've been feeling.  And I also have to battle my FOMO.  You can't have Fear of Missing Out and be marathoning.  10- and 20-mile runs don't go with happy hours the night before 12-hour study sessions.  You have to fit the run in somewhere.   You can't do all of the things.

And my FOMO has been RAGING lately with grad school being so close to ending.  I want . . . to . . .do . . . ALL . .  OF . . . THE . . .  THINGS!!!!!

In 25 more days.


One thing at a time.

The shitty feeling.  So I discovered after my latest sinus infection that I am allergic to . . . well . . .the world.  (Because I need another thing to monitor and treat, right?  Work with me.  I was really happy to learn this.) All of these things in my sinuses were essentially causing me to have a never-ending migraine.
This is how I looked when I finally
got the "encasement" on my bed
The first few weeks I was scrambling to learn how to rinse my sinuses, find the right daily medication and nasal spray, find air purifiers that didn't cost a mint, and understand mattress encasements. (Hint: they're called encasements because it takes a team of Navy SEALS to get them on.  Being allergic is NOT a job for a single person.)


I also got a FitBit and discovered that I was only sleeping 3-4 hours a night most nights.  The rest of it I was spending tossing and turning - ostensibly from the tinnitus, dizziness, and ball of mucus collecting in my throat.


Since then, and some adjustments to my thyroid and migraine meds, I started to get some relief.  I still have to deal with the often-deafening tinnitus. Sometimes when it's quiet the ringing in my ears makes me fear for what sanity I have left. I do have to take Zyrtec and nasal spray every day now, so my "I only need two pills" world has ended.  

But it's finally getting manageable again.  The dizziness and bone-crushing sinus headaches I call "face aches" have subsided. And let's be real - to have so many chronic illnesses and only have to take two prescription pills, plus an allergy pill and a nasal spray like most of the allergic world? THAT is pretty freaking fantastic.

I. am. STOKED.

One challenge conquered.

So about that FOMO.

One day I mentioned on Facebook that I was excited about graduation.  It's all I talk about these days.  A fellow cyclist who has seen me on some rides on some of my worse days posted and told me I was "no excuses, just results.". She made my day.  Because sometimes I feel all sniveling and whiny and sluggish and bluuuhhhhh.

And there you have it: the clever (cruel?) dichotomy with which I exist.  I want to be all places at all times, but to really devote yourself to a goal you have to understand that you can't be all places at all times.  Yeah, you whine about it sometimes, you may even get frustrated and throw your computer mouse at the door or act assholey, but you stay focused and keep moving forward.

That's when I realized, my FOMO will never get the best of me because my NEJR will always win.

And it hit me.  I had my training mottos/hastags for Seattle.

Lucky Number 7 . . . #luckynumber7

and  . . .

No Excuses, Just Results. #noexcuses #justresults

Let's do this.

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