Recovery Road

Today, for the first time in 10 days, I did some pushups and situps. Actually it's the first time in 10 days when I could do ANY physical training. Why this path of detox from hell and then pick up the virus from hell was chosen for me, I do not know, but alas it was chosen for me. I must say that the one big gift (and there were many) that I gleaned from this whole 3-ring circus was that I learned a lot more about my body, how it works and what my definition of health actually is.

Detoxification is hard on both the body and the immune system because it's a cleanse, and in my case, getting rid of anything to do with past diseases, inefficient fuel systems, and shoddy workmanship. As a result my immune system was knocked down and just the right setting for a virus characteristic of a RAGING sore throat, congested upper lungs and productive cough set in. I think the only time my throat was that sore for that long was when my tonsils were yanked out. I could not speak at all for 4 days. This is me we're talking about here people!! I went to my chiropractor on Wednesday and he said that I was pretty messed up due to the process I was going through. But here's the neat thing: after he adjusted my neck and spine, it was like my whole lymph system drained and I felt a whole lot better within a couple of hours. He asked me if I had regrets going through the detox from hell. I said no. Frustrated yes (temper tantrum in the middle of the night because I can't sleep, my throat is sore, I'm coughing, I'm coughing up junk, I can't sleep, my throat is sore, and I'm tired of all this!!!), regret the process, no.

As I write this blog, I am happy (relieved and overjoyed) to no longer have a sore throat and am able to speak. I was almost overjoyed to do my pushups and situps this morning and am looking forward to going back to class and getting back on track with my training. Even though I sweated buckets, it's just not the same as sweating from a workout. And being dragged down is just not the same as being tired from a butt-kicking fitness class or a class where "someone" has the itch to do a million kicks followed by a shuttle run. Yeah, I'm glad to be getting back where and what it's all about.
Sherri Donohue