No Pain, No Gain?


#postaday.

I have a really serious question to ask those of you who are wannabe athletes, professional athletes, weekend warriors, or full-time mercenaries in the war against fat and bad health:

Do you hurt a lot?

I’m not talking about chronic pain. I think that’s a completely different beast. I’m talking pain as a result of working out four to six days a week.

I also think those of  you who are lithe and perfect probably don’t know what I mean. If you are elite, if  you hold records, I’m sure you push yourself to your own pain threshold, but you sure don’t look like getting through the day is a struggle for you.

When I get up from my desk, I have to stand still for about 20 seconds to be sure my knees don’t buckle or I’m not light headed. But tell me. Do any of you experience these factors:

  • It hurts to walk, and it’s easier to run.
  • When you lay down,  you can’t get comfortable because a knee or an ankle hurts.
  • When you get up out of a chair, or out of the car, you’re stiff, and  you can’t just bounce up.
  • You fear falling.
  • When you get out of the pool, you can’t lift yourself off the side because you’re too weak, so you swim over to the ladder.
  • When you get out of the pool, you linger at the ladder until you’re certain you can put one foot in front of the other.
  • When you get off your bike, you pause because you want to be sure you can put one foot in front of the other.

I am at least 25 pounds heavier than I should be and I should admit that to myself. I should also realize that if I were minus those 25 pounds, I’d probably not have these pains I’m whining about. So, yes, I am trying to figure out how to shed the pounds. I’ve also stopped taking a nightly NSAID or other painkillers. I feel like it masks my symptoms and doesn’t really help. I do like an ice pack!

I have found joy in running, swimming, and riding my bicycle. I am a triathlete in training. And if that truly is the case, then I should be more careful about what I’m using to fuel this body. Like less wine and beer, right? Less white flour. Less red meat.

We shall see. Giving up some things is also painful, but I suspect that after a while one gets used to and grows to enjoy a spartan diet.

I also think this must be that perimenopausal hiccup informing me that unless I adapt to this turn of events now, I could be an old fatso in about two days.

Tell me about your experience. How are you coping?