clevermanka | 7,800 Swings

All my fine and fancy talk about not quitting with the 300 Swing Challenge was for naught. I'm throwing in the towel.

Yesterday I had to split up my last set of fifty into two twenty-fives because my legs were shaking. When I got home from work I was so tired I could barely do my Absolutely Must Be Done Tasks (slice flank steak and set to marinade for jerky for 221B Con, put in a load of laundry so the stain in one of

mckitterick's shirts didn't set, put dirty dishes in dishwasher). We went out for burger salads (there was no way I was able to cook) and by the time we got home my big-size jeans were so uncomfortably tight I had to unfasten them (button and zipper) just so I could sit down on the couch. By the time 9:30 rolled around, I was getting my second wind and had to force myself to go to bed. This morning I was so physically weary (although somewhat mentally alert) I had to force myself to get up.

Any one of those things hints at adrenal fatigue, but all put together they practically scream it. Maybe if I wasn't getting ready for a near-week-long trip away from home (my first one in, like, five years) I might push myself to finish out the thirty days, but under the current circumstances I can't. Continuing is not the responsible thing to do. It's not respectful to my body and it's not fair to my buddies I'll be hanging with next week. I don't want to be dragging and exhausted at the con and I don't want to set myself back another several months health-wise.

I am SO ANGRY about this. So frustrated. So ... sad.

NGL, I cried last night when I made the decision to give up.

I'm also telling Andrew that I'll be taking the next week off. That'll be three weeks in a row of not meeting with him. Scary thought--and a little depressing--but it's for the best. I'll at least have the time to incorporate focused yoga sessions several times a week.

Maybe I'll try the 300 Swings next March.

7,800 Swings

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