This story, caught my eye in yeterdays news…it would appear that thanks to some vigilant sailors and the navy, it all ended well.
The weather, in the North East, continues in it’s awful, autumal fashion. Meanwhile, down south it’s baking…
While we have grey skies, three days of continuous rain and temperatures topping out at 12c, the South of the country enjoys glorious blue skies, summer sunshine and 30c plus.
I haven’t been able to get swimming, this week. Monday I had meeting to attend, Tuesday and Wednesday, Brownies and Guides. On Thursday, my lungs were awful, tight, grumpy anf frankly fIling in their job. Walking through the town hall, for a meeting was hard enough, never nimd swim.
Today was better…but then things went very wrong at work. I’m not in a job, where I can close the door, at 5pm amd that’s it, done. Consequently, I finally headed out the door, at 7pm. One pool, shuts at 8pm…the other pool, 9pm. The problem is, the one that shuts at 9, is absolutely heaving on a Friday
I decided to head that way, irrespective. As I was preparing to turn right, towards the pool, my work mobile rang and then rang again. Thinking this was something serious, I turned my car round, drove over a mile to a quiet spot and checked my phone..it was a no win no fee, sales call. As my mobile number is protected and not used for any other purpose, than work, no one should have this number. There nearly was as an accident, as I was tempted to throw my phone and punch my steering wheel in pure frustration…
It sounds ridiculous, reflecting on it, but I just couldn’t be bothered to turn my car round, to go to a crowded pool and struggle to swim, amongst social swimmers, who prefer to natter than swim. The other day, I over heard a 15 minute conversation discussing the relative merits of gas fires…
The “knit and natter movement” is a popular one, perhaps it could be moved to swimming pools, for an allotted period of time, though given tbe conversations I’ve heard, maybe it should be renamed “bitch and stitch”.
What I have tried to do though, is walk more. I love walking, as I’ve referred to before. I can walk for miles, a love I’ve inherited from my nana.
In doing so though I’m discovering, to my frustration, that the distance I can physically walk, particularly given my increase in fitness resulting from regularly swimming, is restricted considerably by pain resulting from my arthritis. Walking is weight bearing, swimming is no.
A reasonablely slow, 2 and half mile walk is probably the furthest I can comfortably manage, with the aid of my stick. This still causes me discomfort, but with codiene and paracetamol, it’s easily bearable. After this, my hip becomes increasingly painful, once I reach three and half/four miles, it’s close to unbearable. The pain will then continue, for many hours, impacting on my sleep and quality of life.
So, I’m having to rethink my plan, my vivoactive watch sets me a distance to walk each day, I do aim for that distance, but I also aim for 5000 steps over a day. This is always less than what my watch, sets me, but it’s what I judge myself to be able to do, on a good day. Also, instead of marching down the park and doing the whole walk, at once, I try to keep to relatively short distances, before resting. The more I rest, the more I can comfortably, do.
It’s summer…or so rumour has it. Here in the North East, our summer has consisted, of Autumnal feeling days, lots of rain, a couple of thunderstorms, peppered with occasional warm days.
Encouraged by the positive outcome, from both my hospital asthma clinic and annual G.P practice check up, I decided that I should really try do more this summer, to take advantage of the better weather. Though the definition of “better weather” is rather a loose one!
Both my arthritis and asthma, particularly my asthma, is much better in the summer. Last week though, mpst likely triggered by the wet, colder weather my arthritis flaired up, this week, the weather is better and my arthritis is more settled.
I decided, that I wanted to try and do, lots of physical activity, this summer, both swimming and walking. My Garmin measures both my swim distance and my steps, so I can measure just how much I’m doing. My hope is, that the more I do this summer, the fitter I will be when winter arrives with it’s icy blast, bringing with it the usual plethora of coughs, colds and chest infections. I am really hoping, that increased fitness levels, will mean it’s easier to fight off the repeated infections, I suffer in the winter and maybe even, reduce number of infections I get.
Last week, I didn’t walk much, due to the poor weather conditions, but I swam a total of nearly 10km.
This week, the weather is much better, so it’s time to get walking. I love walking and can, walk for miles, the difficulty is that, the dostance I am fit enough to walk, is longer than the distance my arthritis is able to cope with. I had a decent walk on Saturday, on Sunday I visited a nature reserve, with the aim of following a marked walk. Except that I missed a directional arrow, got lost and wandered around for ages, utterly bamboozled as to where I was and where I was supposed to be going.
Eventually I worked my way back, but my 3 mile walk, turned intp 5 miles. By mile four, I thought I might have to “phone a friend” to get someone to come anf help me out. My left hip was giving way and the pain levels were getting to the point of being unbearable. I was so, so grateful to see my car, its red colour acting as homing beacon, as I spotted through the foilage and bushes.
Last night, I was in so much pain, thank goodness for both codiene aand my heat pack.
This morning, I hobbled round my flat as I struggled to get ready for and to work. Thank goodnrss for flexible working…
Today, I really should of rested, my body is telling me to rest. No in fact, It’s screaming at me.
But no, like a defiant teenager, I chose to ignore it. Not satisfied with walkinf 2000 steps at work, I walked to my Arthritis Care support group, another mile and another 2000 steps. Then I took a stupidly, long route home, striding through the park. Another two and half miles…
I am now home and in a great deal of pain, I knpw I’ve done far to much. Its so frustrating, physically the walking distances I have, does not provide a particular challenge, but my arthritis does. The next few days, I will do as much as I can, but do much less. My painful, achy, stiff joints need tp rest, but doing too little are is just as bad, for my arthritis, has a similar negative impact.
Frustrating as it is, it also highlights the benefits of swimming. It low load bearing, the water supports and though I can come out the pool, sore and aching, thankfully I never experience pain like I am now, after just three days of increaing my walking distance.
Think for a moment, what things are you not allowed to do, in or at a swimming pool. Many of us will remember, this poster, from the 1980’s.
There is, however one thing missing from that poster, swim. That’s right, swim in a swimming pool…
The other day, I encountered a lady who said just that, or rather “swim to well”. The other day, swimming in a lane, a lady asked if she could join me. I was happy to say yes.
She then turned to me, in a voice full of venhem and spat out “he should not be allowed in the pool”. I turned to see her, jabbing her finger, towards someone who I thought was a perfectly innocent swimmer. The subject of her ire, the reason for annoyance…she loudly complained that “he”s swimming to well and too fast”.
I was slightly confused by this, the whole purpose of visiting a pool, is to swim. It seemed, however that she believed that if.you were too good, or too fast a swimmer, you should be kicked out, according to her bitter complaints, because “you get in peoples way”.
Swimming pools are communial areas and I’ve overheard all sorts of weird and wonderful conversations…sometimes, I hear, and see, things that really annoy me.
I’m going to take a moment to apologise here, to some I may seem old fashioned or a bit of a prude.
In a communial, local authority run pool, there will be people from all walks of life, young and old. One of my local pools, has two water flumes. The children love them. So do the the adults.
To reach the top, of the slide, means walking up a long winding stairway. Stairs are not my strong point and I don’t mind letting children past me, often though, they barge past with little thought, or consideration. Even, when I allow them past, or offer to allow them to go before me, on the flume, rarely do I get a word of thanks.
Then there is the language. Yes most of us, in our childhoods, went through a phase, when out of earshot of our parents, thought we were big or hard, to swear, particularly the “really naughty ones”. However, I regularly hear young children, swearing vehemently and loudly, leading to me (and others) shoutung at them to “mind their language”.
Maybe I’m old fashioned, a “fuddy duddy”, but surely there’s nothung wrong, to expect little courtesy and manners, from other users.
It’s been a couple of weeks since, I last updated my blog and I do have a post, in the pipeline.
However, at the minute, I’m been kept out of the pool, by some sort of viral infection and my lungs, being the narcissistic bitches they are, have opted to pitch in.
At the minute, I am resident to a sore throat which had reduced my voice to a hoarse whisper. Luckily, so far, other than affecting my asthma, it hasn’t developed beyond this.
It’s frustrating, but unfortunately, my lungs are sensitive to chlorine, getting in the pool right now, would be idiotic. Usually I can overcome, this easily, by using my “blue inhaler” before I swim, but as I’ve learnt, to my cost, pre-existing angry lungs, will only get angrier when faced with a pool full of chlorinated water!
I don’t have reason to complain though, my asthma has been pretty good for the past four and half months. That, for me; in a winter, is brilliant.
So, for me, it’s now a case of “riding it out” increasing my chest physio, in the hope it doesn’t develop into a bacterial chest infection and hope that I can get back in the pool, by the end of next week.