Has it really only been 4 years?

Four years ago this past July I started experiencing my first round of MS symptoms. After a month of testing and waiting and even more testing, my results came back with a pretty conclusive MS diagnosis.

Four years... Honestly not very much time, but it feels like its been so much longer. Looking back at who I was prior to being diagnosed and comparing her to the person I am now, it just seems like more time should have passed. I honestly can't remember a time when I didn't have MS.

Amazingly, I'm not sorry that I have MS. It has forced me to really evaluate myself, my life, my priorities... I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for MS. Sure things aren't always as easy as they once were, there are a lot more things I have to be careful of; not over heating, not over exerting myself. But there a a lot of things I can do now that I hadn't been able to do before; run a mile, run 5k, participate in a triathlon, run a half marathon... The list could go on for quite a while.

One of the best things having MS has taught me is to not just sit back and accept limitations other people put on me or more importantly the ones I set myself. I don't know what my future holds. I could wake up one morning with a nasty relapse and can't get out of bed, or maybe that never happens. But one thing I've learned is to do as much as I can now, while I'm able, push myself forward, make strides so that when my mobility does start to deteriorate it will take longer because there will be a lot of mobility to go through. 

One thing is for certain, I'm not going down without a fight and for me every race, every run, every bike ride is just one more battle in my own personal war against this disease.

If I could go back four years and tell myself one thing, I think it would be not to take anything for granted, because you never know when the things you used to do easily become almost impossible to accomplish. And most importantly...

Don't tell me what I can't do.

First Tri of the season

Today was the 2013 Boulder Sunrise Sprint Distance Triathlon. Two year ago, I did my first triathlon ever at the 2011 Boulder Sunset Sprint Distance Tri and today I remembered why I got into triathlon and how much I love this sport. Todays race was AWESOME!!

Now I should preface that leading up to this event, my training was sorely lacking. I just wasn't motivated to get out on the bike as much as I should have not to mention I had the brilliant idea to switch out my regular pedals for ones with clips and shoes that clip in... a week before the race. Plus, last night I went to a party to celebrate a good friend's awesome new job and enjoyed pizza and margaritas, the corner stone of any good pre-race meal. Suffice it to say, I wasn't feeling overly confident heading into today's event.

The most consistent part of my training was the swim and ironically, it was the hardest part for me today. However, it wasn't lack of skill or ability that got me but that the water was so fricken cold that right off the bat my calf muscles threatened to seize up on me. I managed to do reasonably well, despite the cold until about 200 meters from shore, when another swimmer accidentally came up on me causing me to tense suddenly. My left calf instantly stopped working and I couldn't move my leg at all. Initially I was worried that I was finished and would need to be pulled out of the water, but I flipped onto my back and did an easy back stroke while kicking with my one good leg until I felt reasonably certain that I wasn't going to drown and could start to work my left leg again. The leg cramp incident screwed up my swim time, but I finished and made my way to the bike which was the area I trained on the least.

As I mentioned before, I'd switched out the peddles on my bike a week prior to the event. Everyone and his brother who cycles had told me for years that I really needed to get clip peddles with shoes and cleats if I wanted to get the most out of my road bike. I'd been resistant to clips because the idea of being clipped into my bike was unnerving... what was I going to do if I to make some sort of quick evasive maneuver? Finally, after some research and asking questions, I settled on the types of bike peddles that would work for me and then took advantage of REI's great Memorial Day sale to pick them up.

Now up to this point, I'd had all the accoutrement that goes along with cycling with the exception of the pedals and shoes and let me tell you... I still managed to feel like some kind of cycling poser, wannabe, when ever I encountered other cyclists on the road or at events. So, having real cycling pedals finally, I wanted to put them on my bike and truly fit in with the crowd. (Seriously, its like high school all over again and like high school my insecurity was all in my head) Of course, in my adolescent desire to 'fit in' I broke a major rule of racing which is... don't switch out your gear right before a race. 

Needless to say, the bike portion of the race had the potential to really suck, however what little training I did with my new pedals coupled with my familiarity of the course help make the ride a whole lot of fun, and at that point I started really enjoying myself. About halfway through the bike part I came across another participant on the side of the road and ask if she was okay to which she replied 'No'. So, even though it was going to mess with my timing, I stopped to see if there was anything I could do to help her. (Apparently a couple of spokes on her back wheel broke) She was amazed that I actually stopped, she said she'd been there for a while and everyone else just flew past. There wasn't much I could do to help, and right as I was getting back on my bike to head out a SAG vehicle came to assist. Even though there wasn't anything I could do, the girl was grateful that I stopped.

Traditionally, the run portion of a Tri is the one I both dread and struggle with the most. I am just not a good runner no matter how much I run. Today how ever was a slightly differ story. I was still slow, I had to walk portions, but the temperature was delightfully cool and the sky full of clouds, and the run just didn't suck.

All in all, despite not training well, the leg cramps, and stopping to aid the cyclist, this was still my best triathlon. I completed the race in 2 hours 35 minutes, a personal record. I have a long road ahead of me to get to Ironman, but so long as I get focused on training, it's a rewarding one.

Just don't want to be the slowest person anymore

So yesterday, Jeremy and I took a small group of Boy Scouts out on what has become our weekly training run in preparation for BolderBoulder. Calvin is an excellent runner, but Hobbes is not and often struggles quite a bit. However, for whatever reason, no one wanted to run yesterday and my biggest thing was to get all the boys to at least take the 5 miles at a fast walk if they weren't going to run.

With the pressure off, Hobbes was surprisingly quick. Instead of lagging behind the whole group, he was trying his best to keep up. He told me that his personal goal for the day was to not be the last person for a change. I can totally relate. It seems as though no matter how hard I try, or how much I train, everyone else always seems to be faster than me, better than me. Sometimes it can be hard to want to put myself out there and try.

This afternoon, I went out for a bike ride, my first real ride of the season. I have a triathlon in June, and I have been woefully lax on my training. I was sure that my ride today was going to be hard and slow and just suck in general, however I found myself going well, taking the hills comfortably, and for the first time ever not the slowest person on two wheels. It felt good to feel strong in spite of not having ridden these past few weeks/months.

On our run yesterday, Hobbes fulfilled his personal goal and was not the last person to the park. He wasn't the fastest, but he wasn't the slowest and for him that was all that mattered. At least he was out there trying... all the boys were. We spent an hour an forty five minutes going five miles, and in the end that is an hour and forty five minutes the boys were not spending indoors, laying on the sofa watching TV or playing video games. 

Sometimes it's hard to try, but being out there doing your best is better than not trying at all.

Long Way to the Finish

Today was the Platte River Half-Marathon.

One thing about  doing all this with MS is how limiting MS can feel. It's frustrating, I can't train well in the hight of summer but at the same time I can't train well in the middle of winter... too much heat or too much cold equals badness, it feels like I just can't win.

Today, the run started pretty much like all of my other runs recently... spasticity in my calves. I tried taking Advil before starting with the hopes of staving off the worst of the pain, maybe it took the edge off maybe not. For the first two or three miles or so, I had the spasticity then by mile four my right foot went completely numb, followed by my left foot. The next four miles felt like I was running in ski boots of what I imagine what running in ski boots would feel like.

One thing I've learned about dealing with MS related issues is that if you push through long enough, they eventually dissipate which happened on this run by mile 10. Unfortunately, the blister forming on the bottom of my left foot at mile 11 made me almost wish I was dealing with the numbness.

In the end, I finished strong and I felt good crossing the finish line. There is still a lot of work I need to do on my running. No matter how much I run, or how hard I try... running is still not my thing. Doing the event today got me itching to sign up for a triathlon this summer, I'm thinking the Boulder Sunrise or Sunset... or maybe the Summer Open or Oktoberfest.

The next race on my agenda is the BolderBoulder on Memorial Day which I'm doing with Jeremy, the boys, and a group of Boy Scouts I've been working with on their Personal Fitness merit badges. After 13.1 miles today, 6 should be a breeze.

Spasticity City

Lately it feels like my body is falling apart.

I’ve been having more issues in the past few weeks than I’ve had in a very long time. The tingling and numbness was just the start, now every time I go running my calves lock up from spasticity. It is one of the most annoying and frustrating things to have happen when I try to run, not to mention painful.

I don’t know why the MS is flaring up more lately. Since the one thing I’m not getting is weaker, my doctor doesn’t feel like I’m relapsing or at the very least he’s not worried... too much. I am going to be seeing the Neuroscience Specialists at University Hospital in Denver to look into going on a new MS treatment. It would be my first treatment for MS in a couple of years, but if I can go on it I wouldn’t have to deal with daily or weekly injections. It would mean getting my MS meds with out it really impacting or interfering with my life too much. 

It’s a pretty nasty catch 22... In order to help keep the disease from progressing I need the meds, but the meds make me feel as bad if not worse than the symptoms of the disease not to mention they would impact my ability to train and work out which is also, my doctor agreed, another very important part to living and managing with MS. Tysabri, the new med I’m looking to go on, is an IV infusion that I would have to get every couple of months or so. There are side effects and drawbacks to the new med, and when I talk with the University I’ll find out more about them.

I’ve got the Platte River Half-Marathon coming up on Sunday, and I’m hoping that the spasticity in my legs will be at least manageable or else it’s going to be a pretty miserable run. I've been trying to keep hydrated, my potassium intake up, stretching and every other thing I can think of to try and combat the issue with my muscles. 

Here's hoping it works on Sunday...