Well, I was fighting a losing battle. Back in 2002 I had 2 discs removed with rods and screws placed in their stead, as well as cadavre bone. I had always been pretty athletic, but when that accident hit me, it was like a Mac truck. It took me nearly 5 yrs to get fed up enough of my slow, lazy butt who was drugged up with every conceivable prescription you could think of, and I wasn't getting any better from them... I had had enough! I stopped seeing my dr's, stopped taking any of the medication, and just worked really hard to regain balance, flexibility and strength. Right now I still have some pain, and I don't think it's going to go away. In fact it might get worse the older I get. But for now I feel a lot better. I've shed the use of my cane. I run, walk, swim, bike, lift weights, laugh, cry... I feel like I've regained something that was taken from me, my freedom. I also had to relize that it wasn't any one person who was at fault. It was a matter of circumstance, and I needed to stop blaming everybody else, and start putting responsibility on myself.
My training has taken me to the point of x3/wk
(4mi run, 12mi bi, and some liesurly swimming
), which helped me shed the first 10 of 30 lbs. I then modified to some strength training 6 days/wk and a run
(2.5 mi+
) ever other day, to lose the last 20. Since regaining my senses, I went back to school
(which was something else that got screwed up for me, and it's been a 10 yr nightmare in the making
) and have been carrying a 4.0 ever since. Since being in school, I've had to restrict the training and have gained 10 lbs of it back. But right now I'm on X-mas break, so I have a little over a month to vigorously try and salvage what little metabolism I have left, and it's tough. All in all, I'm happy where I am, though I wish I would stop hitting the fridge to curb stress. But I definately feel tons better than where I was 6 yrs ago.
