Blog changes

Thanks to everyone who followed Training Because I Can! over the last nine years. This blog started with Addison's Disease, hypothyroidism and a crazy idea of doing an Ironman distance triathlon. My life has changed and so has this blog. I am using this blog strictly for Addison's Support topics from here on out. I hope to continue providing people with hints for living life well with adrenal insufficiency.

Monday, August 12, 2013

RANT: Resentment, complacency and where I'm going

“It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life – that is the deepest personal tragedy.” Ed Abbey, Confessions of a Barbarian 


It feels like I rarely share about how I feel about this disease and how it affects me...here goes nothing. Warning:  Profanity in the passages below.

After eleven years with adrenal insufficiency, I'm struggling with resentment about it.  I'm mad.  It's a constant series of adjustment, readjustment and research followed by more adjustment and readjustment.  One thing I resent is that I will never be the athlete I'd like to be.  There's precious little research, if any, about adrenal insufficiency and endurance exercise (ultras and beyond).  As a result, I've had six years of experimentation.  Some success, a lot of failure.  It gets old, why can't I just run and be without alarms going off all the fucking time?  Why can't I just leave the house without an injection kit and pills?  Why do I have to explain myself to people about the medic alert bracelet and injection kit?  It gets so fucking old.  It's tiring.  Because there's no research and no manual for endurance exercise and adrenal insufficiency, it's a constant struggle to figure out how to be the healthiest me I can be.  I lose days to mistakes (all of 2012 to my freaking thyroid).  I feel like my body betrays me even though I try to treat it well.

It's irritating to feel like I'm walking through the dark, attempting to find my way.

It's maddening to know that if I really screw up, don't take enough meds or don't have my injection kit with me when I need it I can die.  I have control over these things.  My greatest fear and probably the way I will die is that my situation will be mishandled by the medical profession.  Most likely, I'm going to end up in an ER unconscious and unable to advocate for myself.  Adrenal insufficiency is an orphan disease.  It's rare and not well known.  As a result, if I don't have a strong advocate with me in the ER, I will be mistreated or left untreated for too long and sustain permanent brain injury.  Hopefully, I will die as a result.  Permanent brain injury is too much for my family to bear.  I wouldn't wish that on them ever.  I'm a pain in the ass the way it is.

"Security is mostly a superstition; it does not exist in nature. Life  is either a daring adventure or nothing." Helen Keller

"Do not be careful. Safety is an illusion based in fear, a self imposed prison with no hope of freedom."  Charlie Engle

 I could be safe.  I could give up this type of running and the associated risks.  It would kill me to give up the adventure I've seen with running, hiking, backpacking, mountain biking, mountaineering and rock climbing.  The adventure, the risk taking is inherent in who I am.  I would be nothing without it. 

 

“One day you may no longer be able to do this. Today is not that day."

I guess the heart of the resentment is that I don't want to die because of this stupid disease or, um, condition.

“I don’t believe this is a disease-it’s just a condition.  And you can teach that

condition to obey you.”  Eddie Martinez

Besides the resentment, I realized I've been complacent with my training and my dreams and goals.  My training for Vol State was lack luster.  I lost a little weight, I did back to backs.  I was just happy to be out there running.  When push came to shove, I would have been so much happier if I had tried, set my training goals high, pushed myself.  Just getting the miles in was an inexcusable error on my part.  I needed to go faster.  I needed to train more specifically.  Ultimately, my poor training and med screw ups (see previous post) contributed to my failure at 210 miles.
How am I fixing this?  A friend has offered to train me.  It won't start until September.  I've told him my big dreams, ones that seem unattainable.  Perhaps with his help, guidance and encouragement, I can succeed?

“Complacency is a far more dangerous attitude than outrage.” Naomi Littlebear

 

 

And then, there's the self sabotage.  I consistently told myself that I would stop drinking before this race (and every single other one I've done for years).  The night before the race start guess where I went, Applebees.  Why?  For a couple of drinks to add to the tall boy that I had while on the bus.  Really?  What middle aged woman with a couple of chronic diseases does that before an event of any sort where she's set her goals high.  Me.  Did it work?  No.  Was it the cause of my failure?  No.  Did it contribute?  Yes.  The long term problem with drinking as often as I do and as much as I do is that it makes me complacent first thing in the morning.  I'm just glad to get out and do as opposed to getting out an achieving.
I've gone days and weeks and even months without drinking but I've always gone back to it.  I don't know why.  This year at Vol State (my second year), hanging out with new and old friends, I felt like part of something.  Part of a community.  Part of a family.  It's not often that I've felt like that.  During the race (no drinking), I felt so much joy and happiness.  It was an ephipany of sorts.  I could see and feel happiness without drinking.  It was intense and wonderful.  I need to try to keep getting back to that feeling now that I know what it is.
I have decided to quit drinking.  I have the support of my friends and my therapist.  I will do it for today.  When I wake up in the morning, I will commit to not drinking that day and so on.

 

“Self sabotage does not occur because you are weak.  It occurs because your dream is weak.”  Anthony Fernando


I do not have any particular talents with running or any talents in general.  I am not built like a runner (a PA looked at a chest X-Ray when I cracked some cartilage in my ribs and exclaimed, "You have a tiny heart and lungs!").  I do not have the genetics for being a runner but it's what I want to do, it's who I am.  I'm consistent but mediocre all around.

 "If you can't excel with talent, triumph with effort."  Weinbaum

I drink too much, I don't have talent, I am persistent.  One thing I'm good at is coming up with things I want to do and accomplish.  Most of the time, the things I want to do are somewhat odd and well beyond my ability.  I hope to increase my ability and put my dreams within reach.  I'm willing to make the time and put in the effort.  Consistent and persistent and all that shit.
It's fantastic to hang around ultrarunners.  They are generally people who have accomplished incredible feats in their athletic lives as well as their personal lives.   Another wonderful thing about ultrarunners is that many of them, even some of the most accomplished, look like me, average.  You'd never know by looking at them that this one has completed hundreds of ultra events or that another was one of a select few who finished Barkely or that yet another few could run 314 miles in a week and, ten days later, complete a 100 mile race.  Some are doctors, lawyers and business owners.  When they share their stories with me, I am humbled and inspired.  I want to do the things they have done.  I want to be good at what I am doing. 

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars . . . "  Jack Kerouac

 Perhaps I've said too much?  Perhaps I didn't say the right things.  I don't know.  What I do know is that a fire has been lit in me as a result of my resentment and complacency.  I will not let them get the best of me. I will do more and be more.  I will succeed even if it's only because I've created a definition of success that works for me.  I will keep trying to do things that are beyond my limits and, for now, I refuse to be complacent.  I will keep trying to release the resentment and feel gratitude that I'm alive.  I am willing to put in the hard work.  I will succeed.


"There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure." Colin L. Powell





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