I told you yesterday that I’d come prepared with solutions today for pains, kinks and hiccups.
Here we are, solutions in one hand and total heart in the other.
If we accept that gut healing is not a diet, then we must also accept that gut healing conflicts with the hardcore “fitness” mindset. The hardcore fitness mindset has a goal in mind, whether that’s to race in marathons, compete in figure competitions or build muscle like never before. Those goals are awesome - if they are for you and if you understand that you can’t possibly have other conflicting goals.
I thought they were my goals. I thought they would be a priority. I thought I wanted in on that society. But those aspirations were conflicting with what I truly want, which is for my gut to heal and to be able to simply live a more normal life.
When I think back on the past few years to the cramping during intense workouts and flare ups post endurance training, I wonder why on earth it took me so d@#$ long to have my ah-ha moment.
But nothing changes if nothing changes, so immediately following the Nike Women’s Half Marathon, the following changes will take place:
- No more long-distance training.
- Running only up to 5K’s and never on the days of the month when I know I’ll cramp and get sick.
- No intense training period – at least for several months while I continue focusing on my intense gut healing.
I’m still planning to “run” the Nike Women’s Half Marathon, but I use the term loosely because I’m setting no goals for it but that I cross the finish line without setting myself up for another flare. If I need to stop and walk, so be it. When I want to stop for pictures, (<– um seriously, San Francisco is such a gorgeous place to run) I will. I’ve run a 1:48 half in San Francisco before. I have nothing to prove to anyone.
As I began to see my strength decrease by the day, I realized that injuries don’t just magically disappear, and we don’t just magically get stronger because we try to push through injuries.
Each day I go into my sport doctor, here is what we do:
- A light workout. I do stability exercises on an upside down BOSU ball. Then, I do stability and core exercises with the TRX.
- Specific stretches. These are for my lower back and side of legs/glutes. So awesome.
- Sometimes he cracks me. (He’s also a chiropractor.)
- Deep tissue work. This kills, but the intense digging in on my problem areas always hurts so good.
- Stim and ultrasound. This is super peaceful and zen.
I will continue this protocol 2-3 times per week for probably a month or two, and then drop down to a 1 time per week maintenance.
- No heavy weights. As I re-learn how to do daily tasks and lift properly to accommodate the hypermobility, I’ll use some weight while watching myself carefully in the mirror to ensure that all joints are stabilized.
- I’ll entertain mostly bodyweight workouts, and plan to do what I can with Nia Shanks’ Bodyweight Workout Program. For the record, it’s not that I have to be on a “program,” but rather that I’m looking forward to logical bodyweight moves that will keep me moving. I’ll modify where I need to.
- Planks, planks and more planks
- Ice, ice and more ice.
Finally, if there are 2, 3, 4 or even 5 days per week when I simply don’t want to do anything but maybe go on a light walk, then I’m giving myself full permission to do so. And the days I’m in the gym or working out in general, I’ll definitely not give anymore than 30-40 minutes of my time to.
My GOAL is to be healed nicely and thriving in a way that I currently am not by April or May.
“Train insane or remain the same.” Oh well, guess I’ll stay the same.
“The difference between your body this week and next week is what you do for the next seven days to achieve your goals.” Oh well, I guess my only goal is to ensure that seven days from now I have a happy tummy.
“Never throw in the towel. Use it to wipe off the sweat. Then keep on going.” Oh well, guess I don’t need a towel on most days anymore.
You see? It’s as easy as that.
Our worth is not defined by the goals and values of other people.
My worth is defined by what God tells me I’m worth – and that’s a whole h#%^ of a lot.
I we open our eyes.
Love your guts,