Pain is Gain (Unless It’s The Bad Kind)

Never in my entire life have I had summer allergies up until last year. Spring allergies I understand. All the blooming and blossoming and colorful crap springs to life and brings new life as the snow melts and people around here can go outside again and not freeze to death. Over the years, I became so immune to the snot dripping down my face intermingled with the tears streaming from itchy, red eyes. That is, until the allergies didn’t go away come summertime.

Last year, the focus was more on my breathing, and I’m not certain that any breathing issues weren’t actually slight panic attacks at the idea of my Master’s program. It’s just not fair when your mother bans you from eating the delicacies that are summer fruit, such as cherries and apricots, peaches and plums. I get the apples in the Spring, okay, as it’s one season, as difficult as it is, but now it’s bordering on two seasons. I shouldn’t be judged for trying to eat fruit as a little child is for sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar!

Depending on how I feel that day and if I have reinforcements around to save me if I go unconscious, I will put my life at risk and enjoy some sweet cherries. The thing that really gets me is when the allergies affect my workouts.

The drip drip drip of my nose against my futile attempts to wipe it away with the back of my hand or snort it back in so I don’t choke as I run. The irritation and itch that plagues my eyes concealed by goggles, but no less resistant to whatever is in the air that affects me as I swim. Arms placed at my hips, bent over as I try to catch my breath after a tough workout when I suddenly can’t breathe. It’s not that I’m out of shape, it’s the allergies.

I take my allergy pill every night before bed. I (mostly) stay away from fruit and other irritants that stimulate my symptoms, and for the most part I’ve been able to stave them off. However, in those moments that my allergies do strike, there’s little I can do than just try to work through them and hope for the best (that I don’t die).

Regardless of these annoying obstacles, here’s another Workout Wednesday.

I met my friend Nouha to show her one of my strength routine’s on Wednesday. We ran through a dumbbell circuit routine four times, performing 8 sets for each exercise. Then, I hopped into the pool and swam for a good half hour. I went at a busy time, and therefore didn’t have the patience to go for a full mile, but I still felt pretty fired up.

Last Thursday, I waited for the sun to start to go down before taking to the streets for a run. Despite my constant drinking of water, I don’t think my body was properly hydrated because I didn’t feel as energized as I worked through my run and even had to walk in some parts.

The next day, I completed a part dumbbell/part kettlebell strength workout broke into circuits to keep my motivation up. I ended with a quick Tabata workout on the bike that consisted of twenty seconds of sprinting with forty seconds of slow pedaling.

Before the party on Saturday, I went on another run, a little earlier in the day than I normally would with the sun blaring, but turns out, it was a way better run than the one on Thursday. It’s so weird when that happens. When I got to the huge hill at the end of my route, I was even able to run all the way up it without tripping and rolling back down.

I enjoyed my scheduled rest day on Sunday with a brief game of basketball with my brother, which I won! Haha. He’s not been reading this even though he says he keeps meaning to, so let’s put this to the test. I did beat him though.

On Monday, I had a long strength workout which left me feeling a little bit on the wrong side of sore the next day. I didn’t feel any twinge during, even though I upped my weight for most of my exercises. After, I did another two circuits of Tabata intervals on the bike, five minutes at level 6, five minutes at level 8, with some medium pedaling in-between. I finished off with some incline speed-walking in-between running sprints on the treadmill. I even got up to 10 miles an hour, which is very fast for me, at 30 seconds sprinting, 30 seconds walking. That night I also walked two miles with my mom around the neighborhood.

As humid as it was on Tuesday, I performed a core/Yoga routine in my air-conditioned room, while watching Bob’s Burgers, my new obsession. I was feeling fine until I extended into a full bridge, fell, and felt the breath go out of me. I recovered quickly I think, though when I stood up again I felt a bit dizzy. In the mid-afternoon, I swam some laps in the pool, which is when my shoulder pain presented itself. Once the sun went down, I went for a run at the track to try and make my mile faster. It’s a process.

Today, I had another strength workout. I didn’t feel any pain while performing the moves, but as I’m writing this I’m definitely feeling tender. Part of the pain might have to do with the mile swim I did right after. Either way, at least today it’s a good type of pain.

Now enjoy this picture of Bandit doing some Yoga.


2 thoughts on “Pain is Gain (Unless It’s The Bad Kind)

  1. Your title made me laugh, I was about to shake my head until I got to “unless its the bad kind.” Indeed, there is bad kind of pain from which there is ZERO gain. Tell it like it is!

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