Right now I'm doing what I call Continuity Training.
Basically, before my thryoidectomy, I want to get into racing condition. That way, I'm in better shape to fight during recovery AND I am prepared in advance if the thyroidectomy and hormone supression cause weight gain/ difficulty. And, of course, if *cross fingers* it's NOT cancer, or I DON'T need rads, I can still try to race and train with little lost fitness after surgery. (The Thyroid Cancer Survivors Group call it RAI for radiocative isotope, but I like rads. It's funnier. I ws a child of the 80s. It makes killing cancer seem . . .well . . . rad.)
Last night I logged almost two miles on the tread followed by an hour-long yoga class. It sure as hell wasn't the power yoga I love and really can't afford right now, but it was better than no yoga at all. (On the plus side, since I'm used to hot-as-hell, ass-kicking vinyasa/ashtanga yoga, I felt like a pro in the class despite my long-time absence from regular practice.) I met a girlfriend and we both ran late, so my goal of 2-3 miles as my return to running was cut a little short.
Tonight's plan is an hour-long spin class. Tomorrow is either run/weights or run/swim. Saturday and Sunday depend on what I accomplish Friday, but I need at least 1 long swim and bike.
Remember PERSPECTIVE and BUDGET? When I started this year's training blog, I mentioned that those two concepts would shape the overall theme of my year.
Without further adieu, here are the updates on those two.
first, the short one: BUDGET
I was FINALLY able to drop the second line I'd added to my cell phone plan (for someone who ended up never paying for it, anyway.) Now, since I don't have a "share" plan, I can also jump down in minutes. Total savings: $30-40 a month.
Second, I found the shoe I'm wearing now online, and the next chance I get, I will probably buy one or two pair. They're $40 a pair cheaper than "next year's model." Even if I don't end up RACING at FL 70.3, I will need them. I'm on the hunt for last year's cycling shoe, too!
Last, I found a gym with a pool and multiple locations. This month will be expensive for me because I joined just as my last YMCA dues hit - but, going forward, it will save me $30 a month.
I need a second to whine here . . .
This gym is NOT the Y. The showers are not as pretty. There's not free towel service. It's one of those standard, traditional, meat-market fitness mills. I miss the Y.
But . . .
It's clean, it's a LOT nicer than a Bally Total Fitness, they all have pools, and it's HALF THE PRICE. Probably the best part of all of it is that I can now work out with 2 of my girlfriends, too. That's gonna be important in the coming months when sugery, meds and (hopefully not, but possibly) radiation get me feeling like ass.
Well, pardon me while I toot my own horn here, but . . .
I'm a full 30-70 pounds heavier than most of the women in that gym, but I'm capable of running 26.2 miles, swimming miles and miles, and cycling distances most of them never dreamed of attempting.
Yeah, I know I've always had health problems. Health problems people didn't believe existed or didn't understand. But asthma? People understand the severity of asthma. Thyroid disease? People understand. And cancer people definitely don't underestimate.
But it's not just that. For some reason, it hit me last night, that I have been working full time, going to school (some times full time), and complaining about a 3.89 GPA, a 6-minute PR and how my bosses aren't pleased that I'm only SECOND in the company at certain projects, etc. And I've been doing THAT all with asthma and thryoid cancer.
See, I never really believed I was doing my best. Even when I gave 100%. I never, ever, EVER believed I was good enough. I ALWAYS thought I could push harder, give more, score higher.
After a hard test, I'd get back a 90% and think, if I had studied better, I could have gotten a 95.
After a hard race, I'd look back at my time and think, if I had pushed harder, I could have PR'd (or PR'd by more).
After a rough day at work, I'd always get defensive about the incessant criticism I recieve and think, they need to be happy that I'm doing as well as I am.
Now I look at ALL of that and think, on top of the financial, family, emotional, mental, relationship, and work problems I don't even SHARE with anyone . . .
I've been doing it all with asthma and thryoid cancer.
And, all of a sudden, I feel like fucking superwoman.
How's THAT for persepctive?
It's like I have a new lease on life. Now, instead of feeling like what can I do?, I'm having more and more frequent moments of what can't I do??
don't get me wrong - there are still bad moments. There has been, and will continue to be, depression, frustration, crying jags, and all-out despair.
But at least I know now what I'm really capable of. And it gives me completely different perspective on my goals and on my past accomplishments/disappointments. Sometimes I even catch myself thinking, if I can make it through this, I can make it through anything.