Another Setback

Arggghhh. This is SO frustrating.

Was feeling great last week. Still not doing cardio, but spiking my heart rate a little while doing weight training. Felt SO good to be sore from lifting! Friday night we got a tour of our condo building which is being built. It was VERY windy walking up to the jobsite, lots and lots of sand blowing right into our faces. Hmmm, that's probably not good for my lungs, huh? Even walking around inside was dusty and dirty, as you'd expect. Felt fine Friday night though.

Saturday I felt more congested than usual, and working seemed to tire me out more easily than usual. Spent Sunday resting on the couch with my vaporizer and my homeopathic cough syrup.

Monday. I was able to do weight training last week, so thought I'd try it again. Did an easy warm up on the treadmill. Heart rate never got over 90, but that chest tightness came back after about 7 mins. Not a lot, but enough that I noticed. So I got off. Headed to the weight room. Did some squats with a medicine ball. Second set I got that punched in the chest feeling. Shit! Moving On. Did some lunges. Got punched in the chest again. Ok, forget it, clearly I'm overdoing it. My heart rate did spike into the 130's, so I guess I was asking for it. Spent the rest of my workout time doing Pilates and stretching.

Got a little freaked out that that little bit of lifting had such an effect on me. Clearly the tour of the condo was more stressful to my lungs than I'd thought. I'm done fucking around with this. Taking the rest of this week off, and through the holiday weekend. No pilates, no workouts, not leaving the house. Looking through my recovery journal, it's crystal clear. I get better when I rest. Then I think I'm better than I am and I overdo it (or go on a tour of a sandy job site) and re-aggravate it. So...resting, resting, resting. Next Tuesday I'll start up again with my private Pilates lessons again. And I have a pilates class on Thursdays. That's all I'm doing that week. Just might kill me to be that sedentary. But the writing's on the wall. I need to fucking rest.

We're planning to go to San Diego at the end of the month. Until then I'm only doing Pilates. Everything else just gets my heart rate too high. Elevated heart rate and bad air quality are the two things that 'pick the scab', so I've got to stay away from them. Hopefully by the end of September I can go strolling on the beaches of San Diego!

This has been a very humbling experience. I really thought I was invincible. I eat right. I work out. Then a forest fire throws a curve my way and I'm sidelined. You can't control everything, huh?