General Physical Preparedness

TomB

General Physical Preparedness

TomB
fitness-594143_640My last blog entry had nothing at all to do with caregiving, nor did it have anything to do with my loving wife. It was all about me, and so is this entry to be.

I'm coming to grips with my diagnosis. I'm facing the fact that my days of competitive strongman and highlander athletics are over. No more powerlifting. No more caber toss. I can still lift weights, and I can still do physical stuff, but not at the level I was lifting, and certainly not at the intensity I've become accustomed to.

The blessing is that I no longer have to split my interests between heavy athletics and martial arts. I have all my focus on martial arts (with strength training as well) now. I can still do anything I want with kettlebells, and I can still do any Olympic lifting I want...just no lifting over 300 pounds.

While I have the focus on martial arts with the changed goal of getting my Krav Maga (KM) instructor certification and opening my own KM school, I am still mourning the loss of deadlifting as it were. It didn't hurt at first. I didn't know I'd feel loss like this being told that I couldn't lift heavy weights anymore. I'm thankful, so thankful that I can still walk, that I can still lift, that I can still punch and kick to my heart's content. That doesn't stop the hurt of loss, though.

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Denise

I've been thinking about your post. I love to ride my bike. I think about what it would be like if I could no longer ride. UGH! \r\n\r\nI think when we've already experienced losses, one more loss just makes us what to lose it and scream, \"WHAT ELSE??!!\" It's awful when we can't keep what we soooo want to keep.

jan

Death to dreams stinks. Ground shifts, feet find a new place to stand. \r\nGlad to continue reading about your journey. There is so much more to each of us, besides the part that caregives. We are just as significant and intricate as our carees. We've just learned to hide it under a bushel for a while.