I usually like to make a summary of the previous year, both training summary and race summary before I make plans for the coming year, but not today. I didn’t do much in 2018 and I really do not know what my future brings in 2018.
Will 2018 be the year:
- The swimmer in me shines through?
- I find the joy of running again?
- I get back on a bike?
- I lose the unwanted 15 kg belly?
- I finally shave off my beard?
I am only setting three general goals for 2018.
- Workout 365 hours
- Swim 540km (45km/month)
- 120 Crossfit WoDs (10 WoDs/month)
If I manage to reach all three of these goals I will be happy with 2018 no matter what the doctors tell me in my follow up meeting or my results from Vansbro & Kalmar Swimrun.
But I have a strong feeling that my beard will out live my belly….
So it has been over 15 months since my last non-swimming race and I miss it. I really do miss the atmosphere and other competitors of triathlon and swimrun races and I can not wait to get back to the starting line. But for the time being I need to move on (or back) to being a good swimmer and then build from there.
For me the fall of 2016 and the start of 2017 felt like staring at a white canvas waiting for inspiration to paint something. I did nothing to force the inspiration. I woke up, I ate, I went to worked, and worked out when I could. But I had no drive.
So I met with a neurologist last week. This follow up meeting was suppose to happen in October, but I was sent around different departements with in the hospital for various test and then everyone forgot about me…
Seven months ago this weekend, I had a stroke. My Swimrun partner and I had less than 500 m left of a 42 km course. Even to this day it stings to think about that DNF. At the time of the stroke I remember being disappointed that I could not finish the race. I remember thinking that my partner would be mad or disappointed as well, that I couldn’t hold up my end of the race. Thoughts racing through my mind as I come to a stop and have to sit down and have a race volunteer radio for an ambulance; did I eat too little, did I not drink enough. I was around 108 kg on race day, not something that I was truly aware of, even if I did see it, and everyone around me knew. I know that my weight made the day tougher, but I am not sure it was the cause of my stroke.
I haven’t posted anything here since November. Mostly because I was not sure how much I wanted to share about my test, until I got some results to share. But like many things in Sweden I don’t know when I will get an appointment with a Doctor that can explain my results.
When it comes to Masters swimming in Sweden, it’s not fair to only share results based on the number of times one makes the podium. My chances for getting a medal is 100% based on the number of swimmers that decide to show up.
So I was informed earlier this week that my Synacthen test showed no abnormally low levels of Cortisol. So they have no called me in for a 72 hour fast test to confirm and determine the cause of suspected spontaneous hypoglycemia which I experienced back in July at the end of Kalmar Swimrun.
Late in August my doctor said I could start to workout again, but to keep my heart rate below 90% of my max. Which basically meant I could swim around 1:20-1:25/100m, bike around 20-24km/h, run around 6:30/km and train Crossfit, but scaled weights and a slower pace.
For the lack of a better word, my body weight is finally responding to my lifestyle changes and after 10 months of gaining weight, I have finally seen a drop.
I have a distance future goal of where I want to be, but for the time being I am just going to be happy with the new downward trend…
In May, I wrote about hitting rock bottom. Unfortunately, hitting rock bottom was not enough for me to motivate myself to start training again. Illness, work and lack of motivation from my part, kept me on the sofa and in a car.