Mentally, I’m much clearer, but the pain has really cranked up a notch (or two) which is probably a mixture of the cold, the fact I’m not cycling as much as I was (although I AM cycling at the local rec center!) and my body hating me for taking away that wonderful pain drug.
The only way to fight this is to NOT fight it. Fighting takes strength and energy, so instead of fighting I find strategies to make peace with my energy levels, do all I can to raise them, and work hard to NOT waste energy doing all that fun stuff I used to take for granted.
I’ve been experimenting with different ride lengths, riding at different times of day, in different temperatures, and it seems that riding between 10-20 miles on a 70-85F degree day is best for me if I want to try to control my pain levels (Yesterday I rode 30 miles, and discovered that it might be a bit far for me).
A deep, broad river of apprehension runs through my life, fed by tributaries of dread, terror and panic.
Jodie & Cheryl! Totally picked at random, the winners of the two skeins of yarn (1 skein each) are Jodie and Cheryl – CONGRATULATIONS! Thank you EVERYONE for playing my game, and thank you also for the Happy Birthday Wishes! My birthday was yesterday, which is why I didn’t get online until late in the…
This is straight up complaining. I apologize in advance, please feel free to deposit your own current nagging annoyances in the comments section and we’ll all feel better for having dumped a bit. Tomorrow I have a nice, special book giveaway; but today I kvetch. If you’ve noticed I’ve been quiet, it’s for 3 reasons:…
So my balance for this day (this week, this year – this life?) is trying to figure out how to let go of the myriad hurts I suffer (self inflicted or not) and forgive the source of them, even if that source is me.
I’ve reached the point in my Fibromyalgia journey when I realize that saving up my energy is the best plan on teaching trips. Students have paid good money to get as much of my strong, clear attention as possible, they deserve it. When I deviate from my energy saving plan and socialize, I’m not able to give 100% of my limited energy, and that I’ve failed in some way.
I’m still working out a good strategy to get me to the next pit stop where I can, hopefully, get my flat fixed, have a gluten free snack and a drink of water and get back on the road. That’s why it sometimes takes me a long time to blog, to get my newsletter out, or to get some designs worked up and written down.
I finished all 36 miles and I was very happy with my effort. Until I looked at the photograph a very kind volunteer for the Minneapolis Bike Tour took of me at the finish line. “That’s me? I’m that fat? Seriously?”