Determined to make this blog truly reflect my life, and not just the happy, smiley moments, I will warn you, this post may get a little down and dirty.
The title of this post best describes how I've been feeling the past couple months. Toward the end of training for my recent half marathon, which I ran in mid-May, I came down with a sinus infection and bronchitis. This left my runs filled with coughing and often gasping for air. With the help of an inhaler, and some decent antibiotics I was able to complete my half in decent time and not wheezing at the finish line. The sinus infection has been lingering ever since and recently had a flare up which put me back on antibiotics, stronger ones this time. During this same period of time, I've been dealing with a pesky pain in my right foot and a troubling, unexplainable weight gain of nearly 20 pounds (presumably connected to our chosen method of birth control). Somehow, I've been keeping up my running and workout schedule and still logging around 20 miles per week on the road. For the first time in my life I'm feeling an almost complete with lack of motivation and fatigue. I'm so used to being very active and keeping up with my normal activities, my husband, my son, my house, my yard and my job. Needless to say, I'm in a funk.
Remember this post? My
New Years goals from 2010? Well, I met that weight control goal, and then some. I was feeling great, my running was greatly benefiting from my new, leaner frame and my energy levels were seemingly unending. I have changed absolutely nothing with my eating or exercise regimes and still I've gained nearly all of this back in the last 3 months or so. My energy is sapped. I've seen my doctor and am waiting on some labs (thyroid) to see if this explains anything. And no, I'm not pregnant (although I look it)... we've tested that about 4 times! If the labs come back normal, I'm going to blame it on hormonal imbalance from the birth control (which has been abandoned) and wait it out for my hormones to rebalance themselves.
I ran our town's annual 4th of July race earlier this week. I finished 2 minutes slower than last year and got myself into a mental funk by the end of the race. Didn't help that I went home and proceeded to drop a 26 oz (full) Camelback bottle in my sore foot. I am so ready to feel like myself again and get back into my normal groove.
Meanwhile, I may be living in stretchy pants for a while...