Firstly I have started to make some changes to my blog, but they will need some tweaking and fine tuning…
For the past 6 weeks, I have not swam much…I had an excacerbation of my asthma, in the middle of September, most likely caused by stress and tiredness. I was still on prednisolone when I jetted off to IbIza. I didn’t do the clubs, but I did take full advantage of the glorious weather.
I love exploring and seeing new places, so I walked for miles, the Balearic sun doing wonders for my arthritis. Admittedly, pain did become a problem towards the end of the week with me waking up, several times, in the early hours, as a result of it, but I refused to give into to it.
I also swam, but no real distance. The hotel pool was 15metres (and cold), there was also a bar down the road, which had a free 25m pool. However, as I discovered swimming after a large glass of wine doesn’t really work out! There was also the sea!
Swimming in the sea was amazing…Es Cana has a large bay, with life guards and a line of buoys to mark how far out it’s safe to swim. I absolutely loved it, watching fish swim beneath me, enjoying the gentle movement of the waves. In addiotion, to have the confidence to swim in open water, was wonderful, free of the restrictions that pool swimming brings!
On return home, I developed a viral infection which then developed into a chest infection, my lungs went nuts! Four weeks later and I’ve finally recovered!
I went for a swim both Friday and today, I feel like I’ve stepped back to February, when swimming freestyle (front crawl) anything above 100m is a challenge. It’s bloody frustrating! I had managed a mile freestyle and was working my way towards 2km, only a few weeks ago and now I’m shattered after 100m, stood at the end of the pool, gasping!
It would be so easy to give in and give up. It’s going to be at least 3-4 weeks to get back to were I was, only for me to get another chest infection or excacerbation and be out the pool for another 2-4 weeks. It’s like a huge game of snakes and ladders!
On the flip side of the coin though, I need to keep myself to a reasonable level of fitness, to maintain my level of physical funtioning. I also, don’t enjoy the feeling of being unfit, feeling tired, rather sluggish and with less energy. In addition I need to keep my weight down, increased weight will put extra pressure on both my lungs and joints and also increase the risk of complications such as diabetes, which the corticosteroids leave me more at risk at.
So I will plough on, frustrated as I am, work my way back to were I was before, trying not to get too hung up on distances. A mile swam as single, individual lengths, is still a mile and every length I swim, is a length closer, back to were I was before my lungs, decided to behave like naughty, narcissist teenagers!