So, I've been neglectful of my blog, and I'm not happy about this. While I wish I could report that there is a very good reason for my absence, it would be more accurate to say that there are several reasons why I haven't been here since September. The biggest of these reasons is of coarse, time. And what have I been doing with all my time????? Trying to heal. Physical therapy twice a week, podiatrist appointments, bladder surgery last month and the DR. appts following up to that, therapeutic massage therapy twice a week, meanwhile still taking care of business, and continuing to wod 3-5 times a week.
The planters faccitis in my right foot took on a life of it's own, after the sprint tri in September, I could not walk w/o being in excruciating pain. Was put in a removable cast by one doc, started PT.....which I still do, four months later.....and found a good massage therapist. It all helped, a little. Then, in November, I injured a tendon in my left inner thigh, while WODing, probably compensating for my right side weakness. (I think its a tendon, haven't gotten a definitive dx as of yet!) Meanwhile, I decided that I was sick of peeing all over myself every time I ran, did box jumps, double unders, etc, so I saw a surgeon and schedule bladder repair surgery. Which went well, except I still cannot run, do box jumps, double unders, as my foot, and now the opposite quad because of that tendon (or whatever!) hurt too much.
So I've been a bit out of sorts, and trying to come to terms with some obvious truths. The constant high intensity that is Crossfit is wearing away at my joints in a way that is becoming a major problem. My feet, which walked into crossfit 3 1/2 years ago with a chronic dx of hallux rigidus (no cartilage in the toe joints, as such, several bone spurs, lots of pain = dysfunctional gait = planters facciitis.) are deteriorating. While I'm in great shape for an almost 48 year old woman....ht 5'7" wt 145lbs body fat % 20, pant size 2.......I can't dance with my husband, run with my kids, or walk around the city for the day without stopping several times because the pain is too great. I wear orthodics in my shoes, or I don't wear the shoes. I started calling it dysfunctional fitness.
My plan for this year is to heal my body. I've picked up yoga 2 times a week, and am enjoying this change. Plan to get back to the pool once a week. Continue to WOD, but choose shorter workouts, 10 or 12 minute AMRAPs, and not as often. Strength training, I continue to do, mindfully. Nutrition is still paleo. Am annoyed about what I see as my body denying me what my mind feels it should be capable of, but I have no choice but to accept the fact that perhaps my perceived badass days are behind me. I miss the hard core wods, and know that it's the endorphin high I am craving. And I wonder why such a harsh and difficult manner of training is what made me feel so good for so long. The demons that crawl around in my mind were much quieter before my foot started acting up, and I took a lot of pride in the amount of work capacity I had. All things I need to think about.
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