I have been having a rough time the last several days due to illness. I don’t know exactly what is going on - I just have felt very tired and just plain miserable with nausea. It seems like I need 12 hrs of sleep to feel rested. Something is definitely wrong but I simply don’t know what - and neither do my doctors. My guess is that it is related to my underlying hormonal disorder (pituitary failure). So right now I’m just having to slug it out…
As you can imagine, it has made it very difficult to get my workouts in. I missed yesterday’s upper body workout because I just didn’t have any energy left after I got home from my doctor’s appointment. Today, I didn’t get up until noon but still felt absolutely miserable. I felt like I had a terrible hangover but I haven’t had a thing to drink since I started training in January! No fair!!!
My usual workout on Thursdays is a 10-20 mile bike ride with a few big hills thrown in to improve my climbing ability. I came downstairs somewhat in a fog, feeling like I had just been run over by a truck. I sat down on the couch, frustrated and overwhelmed by it all…
“Man Jim! I’m sorry buddy…but I just don’t know what’s going on… I’ve done everything I can to try to figure it out but, I simply don’t know why you feel so bad. I’d like to think it is something as simple as a cold or allergies but I’m afraid it might be more serious than that…”
I felt that nagging but familiar fear that illness might once again shoot down my latest comeback as it had done so many times over the years. And then my frustration and fear turned into tears…
“Oh Lord… I’m so tired of fighting this thing… I just want to live my life…”
From a logical perspective there was no way I should do my bike ride today. The ‘prudent’ thing to do would be to wait until I felt better and then get back on track… But the stark reality - at least for now - is that with my illness, I sometimes have to work out when I don’t feel well, or I simply won’t be able to get in enough workouts to make much difference. I knew that I had a tough choice to make but it seemed like perhaps I was getting a little coaching from above…
“Jim! You MUST get on that bike right now! You need to know TODAY that this illness will not derail your comeback! Yes! Today’s ride may be painful physically, but how much EMOTIONAL pain will you be in if you don’t ride?!”
Suddenly, it was a no-brainer…time to ride… So I sucked it up, got ready and headed out into the Santee midday heat…
It was immediately clear that I wasn’t my usual self. I felt quite slow on the bike… As I reached the outskirts of Santee, I could see the Mission Gorge hill in the distance winding up between the mountains… It’s a fairly tough climb for someone over 200 lbs (like me!) - about 7-8% grade a mile or so long - and the LAST thing I should be even be thinking about is climbing it on a day like today…
“No way you should take on the Mission Gorge hill today Jim! You don’t have to prove anything to anyone…”
“But I NEED to climb that hill TODAY… I need to know that this damn illness will never keep me off my bike again…”
Thus, I once again found myself taking on a tough climb when it didn’t make much sense to do so. Sure enough the going was tough - but workable. That for me, was a breakthrough…
“Oh Lord, I’m not asking for the easy way… just some way through it all. If it means I have to struggle through days like today, then so be it. But at least this is workable, and I’m grateful for that… Let me never take this for granted. There are so many in this world who could never even come close to climbing this hill even on their best days…”
After cresting the hill I had a joyous and fast descent down the other side…
“Way to go buddy! Just hang in there Jimbo… we’re going to beat this thing…”
I put in a few miles on the flatlands before turning around to go back home. Soon I was again approaching the Mission Gorge hill, but from the backside this time. The easy way would be to make a left turn and go around it, but I guess I needed to climb that hill one more time. But halfway up, I wondered if I hadn’t pushed myself a little too far. I was slowing down and running out of steam. But suddenly, I saw a big black hornet flying towards me! He then turned as if he was going to land on me! I looked at my sunflower-yellow jersey and thought “Oh crap!” Instantly, I had all the energy I needed and pedalled like a madman to outrun that hornet. I got to the top of the hill in no time!
“Thank You, Lord… Guess I needed a little boost…”
After I got home and showered I sat back down on the couch to assess how I felt. Yep! I still felt like crud physically, but emotionally and even spiritually I felt revived… I guess 2 out of 3 ain’t bad…
I hope my little adventure helps you overcome those days when you just don’t feel like working out… To realize that somedays the most important benefit of working out is not necessarily physical…
BTW – My ride was 20 miles with 1500 ft. of climbing… not bad for an ‘off’ day…