And also a really good indicator of something I am going to tell you today: I feel better! I know it’s only been six weeks since I found out I was stupid anemic again, but you guys! I have a shit ton of energy lately and my breathing troubles are all but a memory at this point. When I went out for my run this morning, I really, truly could not slow myself down. My legs wanted to fly!
So, how did I recover so miraculously this time around? Honestly, I don’t know. But if I had to guess, I would say there were a couple of factors:
- I rested like it was my job. Last year, I didn’t even tell anybody I was anemic until I had been suffering with it for months. I was pushing myself through – still running, still working, still making YouTube videos. Yes, I took them all down a notch, but I didn’t really give myself a break. This year, I told all my running clients that I was on sabbatical and I cut my work days in half. This, by the way, is why it’s freakin’ awesome to be your own boss. (And, yes, I was my own boss last year, too, but whatever. Just go with me here.)
- I took iron like it was my other part-time job. I know I tried to be diligent last year, but since I somehow managed to stop taking iron just a month or so after my blood work came back happy, I would say that I was a little lackadaisical about it. This year, I’ve also added a Vitamin C supplement (because it helps your body absorb the iron), and I actually feel like that was the wonder drug. And since the hematologist basically told me I would be on iron until menopause, I think I’ve just sort of wrapped my brain around the fact that, yes, I take pills now. Of my options, I’ll take this over lots of other meds!
- I aggressively pursued a reason for the anemia like it was my third part time job. Last year, I think I just sort of rolled over and accepted my fate. I knew I had been pushing myself pretty hard, so it just made sense that my body would push back. But this year? I was barely even running regular mileage again and suddenly I was back in the gallows. There was no accepting that! And even though the subsequent testing hasn’t shown any underlying causes for anemia, I feel a huge mental relief that I’m trying to figure shit out. And that I’m really, really healthy other than my bloodwork. Because that’s nice to know!
Anywho! Since this is still a Monday Motivator post, let me tell you about my goals for the week. I haven’t set any for the last two weeks, so I’ve got nothing to report. I suck. This week, my goal is singular:
- Hold back
I think I know myself pretty well at this point, and I am nothing if not overzealous and enthusiastic about returning to running after an “injury.” So, my one and only goal is to hold back and proceed with caution. Four days a week of running, maximum! Mileage somewhere in the low teens! Pace in the “easy” category!
I can totally do this.