Just Out of My Grasp - My Personal Journey with SLE
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE. Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire. Hugs for today …
Training this year, 2012, for the July triathlon in Idaho took more out of me than the previous years’ training. I lacked energy and strength from 2011, and I began to dread my workout sessions. Dread seems like such a strong word.But, that’s what I felt.I slowed up on the intensity, I dropped the two a days. I did not ride my bike outside as much. I will never beat my time in 2011 at this rate, there’s no way. But, I thought I could match it. All my energy and attention I focused on this one event, I was ready and with gritted teeth, I made the almost same exact trek from the year before. I crossed the line about 15 minutes slower than 2011. GRRI felt sick almost immediately, I didn’t even make it to the house. I guess I swallowed more of the Snake River, but, why wasn’t anyone else getting sick?I didn’t bounce back as fast. Matter of fact, my fatigue and loathsome weight gain made me feel inadequate as an amateur athlete and a failure in my quest for fitness success. Other “things” began happening with my body. My heart would flutter, and sometimes I couldn’t catch my breath when I would lie down. I had chest pain underneath my left arm, into the left side of my chest and back across my left shoulder blade.I could never get enough rest.And the headaches…I could write volumes on the pain. I kept trying to figure out what I was doing wrong.
Training this year, 2012, for the July triathlon in Idaho took more out of me than the previous years’ training. I lacked energy and strength from 2011, and I began to dread my workout sessions. Dread seems like such a strong word.But, that’s what I felt.I slowed up on the intensity, I dropped the two a days. I did not ride my bike outside as much. I will never beat my time in 2011 at this rate, there’s no way. But, I thought I could match it. All my energy and attention I focused on this one event, I was ready and with gritted teeth, I made the almost same exact trek from the year before. I crossed the line about 15 minutes slower than 2011. GRRI felt sick almost immediately, I didn’t even make it to the house. I guess I swallowed more of the Snake River, but, why wasn’t anyone else getting sick?I didn’t bounce back as fast. Matter of fact, my fatigue and loathsome weight gain made me feel inadequate as an amateur athlete and a failure in my quest for fitness success. Other “things” began happening with my body. My heart would flutter, and sometimes I couldn’t catch my breath when I would lie down. I had chest pain underneath my left arm, into the left side of my chest and back across my left shoulder blade.I could never get enough rest.And the headaches…I could write volumes on the pain. I kept trying to figure out what I was doing wrong.
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