And the battle continues...
About seven years ago I discovered that my thyroid was screwed up. This wasn't surprising because I was feeling like slower sadder version of myself. Low and behold my thyroid function was slow. So the fun began. When starting the battle against your thyroid you start small and wait. Then you test and wait. Then you try something different and wait. Then more testing and waiting. And every time you try something you have hope that this time its going to work. Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't.
After three years and lots of blood tests and lots of adjustments things started to improve. I was feeling better. More like the old me. The fog had lifted and brain function returned. I felt like being a mommy again to my kids and a wife to my husband.
So to make matters more interesting not only is it a low functioning thyroid but it is extra special in its non-function. I have Hashimoto's. I like saying it with a Japanese accent. Ay Hashimoto. So the battle continues against my thyroid. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I don't.
About 18 months ago I started running. My doc says the fact that I want to run and do so is a testament to the meds working. My first goal was a 10k last May. I ran very slowly but I finished in an hour twenty seven. Then I ran all summer in the insanely intense heat of North Carolina. But it was worth it because of the wine. They were all vineyard runs.
Along this journey I have been encouraged by friends that run oh so much faster than me. First T who is training for her first marathon. Oddly she often states how much she hates running but she doesn't it anyway. When I moved back to Colorado I kept running. Lack of oxygen didn't stop me but slowed me down for a while. My friend G took up the torch of running with me. She personally states that she never liked running until recently. She keeps me motivated and I pace her. We have our first 10k in March, a mere three weeks from now.
I figured something's gotta give eventually and it won't be me. I'll probably never be the svelte me I wish I could be. I'll keep setting new goals and meeting them. And seeing my endocrinologist regularly. So I'm picking up my broad sword, putting on my chain mail, and running shoes. Battle on.
