(I posted this over on dailymile so if you are in my little friend group over there, you’ve already probably seen this.)
I miss hiking. Pre kids, hubby and I used to go hiking several times a month in the fair weather season. And even after the wild things came along, we’d still get out for a hike now and then. Now, trouping up the 12 stairs in my house feels like hiking.
I recently had a bit of stress weighing on me and all I could think of was hiking off to somewhere quiet so I could sit and reflect. I wanted to hear the wind in the trees. Or the rush of a river. I guess these things are calming to me. But hiking up far enough to leave behind the noise of the city is a bit beyond my abilities at this point. So I started dwelling on what isn’t. On what I can’t do anymore. I’ve read that chronic illness contributes to depression and I understand how and why now. You feel a sense of loss. And you feel like less than you were. And you grieve some too. But I take some heart reading this:
The Dr. that diagnosed my CFS told me I was entitled to feel tired. I knew he was referring to all that I face as a parent but part of me bristled and wanted to say I don’t want to be entitled to exhaustion. I want to feel well! I asked hubby to start hiking with me again. Even if I can only get a half mile up the trail in the beginning. So, I start again on my journey to recovery 🙂 I’m plan to keep better track of my workouts and how I’m progressing. I want to build up my stamina so I can go hear the wind in those trees.
Oh, no more pushing. I push and I end up relapsing with fatigue and giving up. So, I have no target number of miles per day. I have no calorie burn goal. Initially, I am aiming to keep my speed at around 10 mph and the heart rate between 100 and 110. Hopefully, (and I’ve learned this will have to be little by little) I’ll be able to build up my stamina without overdoing things to the point where I crash again and I can soon be hiking like Mr Campbell 😉
Hope you all have a great weekend!