A few weeks ago, I downloaded the NHS Couch to 5K app. I had this ‘great’ idea that I would ease myself into running, following this beginners approach, with a mix of walk/jog intervals to avoid injury – and ideally, to avoid an ME flare up or worse, relapse. I was giddy with excitement over seeing my progress and sharing how far I’ve come since my housebound/wheelchair days. I was SO gonna ROCK at running!
(Umm, high expectations much?!)
Before getting sick, I had this vision of being one of those super-fit super-mums. I wanted to go for runs with Pete, runs with O, and I wanted us to run as a family. But by the time I gave birth to O, I couldn’t even run a bath. I was simply too unwell.
I’ve been so lucky this year to have FINALLY reached a point where I’ve been able to go to the gym with relative regularity (usually once or twice a week, aside from the odd week or two off when my ME flares up). It has taken yeeears to get to this point, and a LOT of trial and error. There has been utter joy, utter nausea, and everything in between. But overall, my health has been pretty stable this year.
The Couch to 5k is split into 9 weeks of training. The jogging gradually increases and the walking decreases as the weeks go on. Or at least, I think it does. I wouldn’t actually know, since I never made it beyond Week 2.
I gotta say, when I took this ‘look at me! I’m-so-fucking-happy!’ picture from my last run, I really thought I was on fire.
…. That is, until the fire was extinguished by an ice pack and bed rest. Oops.
Week 1 – I rolled my left ankle and it swelled up in protest for a few days. I think I may have had a few sympathy pains in my knee but nothing major. I felt fine to run.
Week 2 – I got stung by something in my right achilles, which made that ankle swell up for days, and then my left knee decided to jump on the band wagon and swell up to the point of feeling rather unstable and not safe to run on.
…and then I had an ME crash and ended up spending a few days in bed, and many more just wading through the metaphorical mud – waiting for the fatigue (and knee swelling) to ease.
Anyways, 11 days later and I’m nearly feeling back to my version of ‘normal.’ And like a moth to a flame, I find myself wondering, “shall I give it another go?”
Because apparently, I’m a fucking idiot.