Living below my massage therapist has come in handy once again. Mid-night, emergency massage, got me through what could be described as the mother of all panic attacks. It's been a lingering symptom of the fibromyalgia . Either way I think I aggravated something in my slightly aggressive swim routine. (I did a time trial and then about 300 meters free and backstroke-not that aggressive for most people-that's the tough part!) Being an athlete once upon a time-- I have to admit it's still my dream. One that sometimes gets the better of me.
The past few days I've limped back to yoga and hot baths trying to get the knot around my chest to loosen so I can take a deep breath. I'll admit I'm not quite sure if my body has betrayed me or if I betrayed my body? Isn't this the very reason I'm working out? To counter the the painful affects of fibro? Regardless, it smacked me back into reality with a vengeance!
Sigh, anyway. It's true what they say: I'm to young to feel this old!