I’ve been thinking a lot about balance this week. Lots of things have brought this on: thoughts about my cholesterol, the chocolate covered goodness that was delivered to my office on Monday, and an incident with my legs on Tuesday, which I’ll get to in a minute.
- All work, no play = someone who is probably cranky and not balanced
- Staying up too late or constantly interrupted sleep = someone who is tired and not balanced
- Sleeping too much = often a sign of depression, which can be caused by a chemical imbalance
- Too many calories, not enough exercise = someone who is overweight and not balanced
Tuesdays and Thursdays are a “two-a-days” for me. I run in the morning and I go to Muay Thai Boxing in the evening. It’s very, very important that I eat correctly and hydrate properly; otherwise I do not have the energy to get through the class. All day, I am actively aware of what I’ve eaten and how much I’ve had to drink. It’s a survival thing.
Tuesday evening after Muay Thai, I went home, showered and got something to eat. I watched maybe a half hour of TV and was ready for bed. As I started to get up from the sofa, both of my legs locked into charley horses in the inner thigh that went from my knee to the very top of my thigh. The pain was agonizing… and unrelenting. Poor Mr. Helen didn’t know what to do. He was hopping around our living room like a bunny until I said, “I think I’m going to be sick.” His response to which was to run into the kitchen and bring our full size garbage can to me (uh, OK, open garbage can will really make you sick!). The next thing he did was to run and get ice packs out of the freezer and come back and try to stuff them between my thighs, which were now clenched together as I hunched over and groaned in agony. This went on for 15 minutes. Finally they let up and Mr. Helen tried very hard not to laugh (because it is sort of funny to watch, even though the person is in pain). He helped me get up the stairs to bed, wherein I promptly did not sleep well because I was so afraid they were going to come back.
Of course, I immediately knew that for some reason, my electrolytes had gotten out of balance and I would need to figure out what to do to fix that on Thursday.
I did manage to fix it yesterday and my legs are finally starting to feel better. As you can imagine, they've been really sore.
Today I’m trying to balance my carbs and electrolytes because tomorrow I plan on running 12-ish miles. I don’t want to crash and burn – or 'hit the wall' as it’s known amongst runners.
I’m grateful for these life lessons, although I’d rather not have anymore charley horses, thank you!