It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. It is the one that is most adaptable to change

This post may seem unusual as I usually portray I am very comfortable in my own skin, in being an Ostomist....well usually I am but even the strongest amongst us have our more challenging days.

Perhaps its because my training has been interrupted by an injury?  Perhaps its because I have used this 'injury' as an excuse and my dietary bad habits have returned? My old nemesis sugar has got its sticky fingers back in my diet!

Either way, Im not feeling at my best at the moment and this usually manifests itself with stoma issues.  These aren't always physical challenges but sometimes just my personal physiological perception.  These feelings spiral and the negative views of my stoma take over.  While my life with a stoma has been improved in so many ways, on the tougher days its just hard to remeber the positives.

Whilst stoma bags dont need changing every day my routine is I change my bag every morning after a shower, it just feels nicer to wear a clean bag? Not sure why?  

Anyway a few mornings ago while changing my bag my stoma wasn't behaving.  As an Ostomist we have no control over the stoma 'output' it happens when it happens.  Today it decided to be temperamental while I had removed the bag.  As I sat there looking at the spout of my stoma it just felt surreal?  how could this piece of my insides function for the last 8 years on the outside of my body?  As I looked at this 'alien' piece of my body in that moment on that day I would've traded almost anything to not have my stoma!

It was strange the feeling blindsided me and I began to feel rather down. Like a wave of depression had washed over me.  This feeling stuck with me for a few days. Perhaps as after that moment I had become more aware of it.  I felt like the bag was pronounced protruding through my clothing.  It wasn't, it hadn't but isn't it weird that when you become aware of something its all that you see and feel?  A spot or a blemish seems to be all you can glance at in the mirror.  Well imaging that feeling and that how I felt about my stoma for about a week.

It actually took a few days to realize I was in the spiral (easier to spot as I have been here before) before I kicked my arse to snap out of it!  I remember all the good things my stoma and this journey have given me.  The people I have met, more importantly the people that have stepped up and been there for me when I needed them, people like my wife.

Labeling something as 'depression' sounds a bit dramatic but i guess in a way that one bag change was like a black cloud descending over those few days.  Mentally following me and casting a shadow over everything I did.

 

I guess the real strength is recognizing this 'cloud' and adapting to overcome its challenge.

The title of this blog is is a quote from Charles Darwin's Origin of the species. I felt that this quote covered the context of this blog far more effectively than I ever could.

It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. It is the one that is most adaptable to change

Decembeard 2014

As I write this update I look back at my Decembeard 2013 post and whilst many things have changed in the last 12 months, alot stays the same. My 2013 post starts off 'I haven't blogged for a few weeks as life has been manic' well guess what ;)

Once again between family and work commitments it is the time of the year when personal time is at a premium.

However, once agin I am participating in Decembeard. It is a campaign for Beating Bowel Cancer to raise awareness and donations.

As I am sure by now you are all aware bowel Cancer awareness is something something I am very passionate about.

So why grow some facial fluff?

Bowel Cancer is the UK's 2nd biggest cancer killer and 4th most common form of cancer. One person ever 13 minutes is diagnosed with bowel cancer and it claimed almost 16,000 people last year.

Examples of some shocking statistics right?

Whilst it is one of the most common forms of cancer if diagnosed early it is also one of the most treatable....im living proof! :)

So why participate in Decembeard?  Well if a small amout of hair is what is required to raise awareness and possibly save lives....why wouldnt I ;)

#mudbagrunner

Its not what you eat its how you eat it

Well ok thats not strictly true, however, I read this statement (ironically on the backing of some Rock Tape which Im currently using to assist with my ankle injury) anyway it started me thinking.

First some helpful facts:
Your intestines are 6.5 metres long. That's nearly as long as a double decker bus!

Your intestines are made up of the small intestine and large intestine.

After food is churned up in your stomach, a muscle at the end of your stomach squirts small amounts of food into the top of your small intestine.

As food is squeezed along the small intestine, it is broken down into even smaller parts. Most of the nutrients in your food pass through the lining of your small intestine into your blood.

Anything that can't be absorbed into the blood goes into the large intestine. Water is reabsorbed in the large intestine.

This is alsos is why hydration issues plague Ostomists. We dont effectively absorb water from our foods. But thats for a different blog ;)

As an ileOstomist I have no large intestine. Meaning the time for food to 'digest' is reduced.

Anyway back to my original point. This reduced digestive system means food passes semi undigested.  Often an ileo output is of a porridge consistancy, sorry if that puts you of your porridge (especially if your reading this on a winters morning)

As an Ostomist you definatley become more intune with your body and what you are eating! What I have also noticed is my "output" is masively affected by what I eat. Im not talking about corn or other normal hard to digest foods. Although tbh often no point me even wasting my money to eat these!

I mean if I eat fast foods, takeaways or fry ups etc. my output reflects the contents of these "unhealthy" often greasy food types.

They process through my digestive system quickly, very quickly!! One shocking side effect is you also become VERY aware of all the preservatives and colouring that are used in these foods.

Healthier foods are harder to break down (side effect is they make you feel fuller for longer) In my reduced digestive system I question "do I really get the benefit from these foods?" Sorry to be crude but some digest well....undigested! ;)

This can be compounded by not chewing properly. Think I recall somewhere you are supposed to chew each moutful 20times.....who has time to do that!

Interestingly I also have a thought regarding why fastfoods can make you easily gain weight. They digest very differently. Im no nutritionlist but they fats etc seem to be absorbed in our digestive system far easier.

which brings me full circle to my original thought.  I'm not saying I'm a saint but it really does make you think about what we put into our bodies. ;)

A sad day.

Recently we have had to lose one of our family pets.  The experience was obviously very sad but strangely it triggered some old memories.

Over the last 11 years Ill obviously have many fond memories, however, thinking of Missy reminded  one of the biggest days of my life…..returning home from hospital.

I have not really written a blog about my hospital experience.  I have only been writing for about a year and the op was 8 years ago and a distant memory.

As I am sure I have hinted my experience after my diagnosis was a bit of a blur!  I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitus (an IBD) and then a few weeks later told I also had bowel cancer and needed a major operation.

I actually remember the day well.  It was February and in true to British weather it hadn’t snowed in Dec or Jan but start Feb we had a fair amount of snow.  Looking back I should’ve known something was up.  I received a letter from the NHS informing me I had an appointment for the following day.  Up until this stage I had had little experience with the NHS so thought nothing of this short notice reply.

My appointment was for early the next day.  I was so naïve that myself and Carley drove in separate cars.  I expected the appointment to be quick and then id be off to work.  I was suited and booted ready for a day in the office.  The next clue was due to the adverse weather the consultant was running late.  The nurses were personally coming over to me and apologising for the dealy and giving me regular updates on his progress.  After 8 years of appointments I  know this is not normal!  On reflection they weren’t updating anyone else in the waiting room, ignorance is bliss huh!

I remember very little about the appointment.  I remember laughing hysterically between the tears once I was told I had Cancer.  I recall a brief drawing explain where the tumour was and what type of operation I would need.  I remember being taken by the Colorectal Nurses to a room allowing me to absorb the details of what we had just been told.  I remember calling my boss at the time and explaining that I wouldn’t be in, random right!

The journey home was a blur.  My next recollection was telling my mum.  I couldn’t tell her this over the phone and I couldn’t find the stegnth to speak to her and tell her that she had to some home urgently.  I had to contact my step dad and ask him to contact her so they could come home early.  Telling her was one of the toughest moments of my life.  I can still see her face now as she digested the news.  I think we all knew that something was wrong when I had asked them to come home, but, hearing the words makes it real.

Ironic really as only a few months after my operation my mum had to have the same conversation with me.   

She had been diagnosed with breast cancer and required an op and some radiotherapy.  Mum and I were always close but an unusual silver lining of our respective brushes with Cancer it actually brought us closer.  I find that speaking to fellow survivors or Ostomist often you don’t need to explain there is almost an unspoken understanding of what you have been or are going through.

Anyway I digress.  My date for my operation came and I tried to continue with work.  Unsuccessfully I may add as concentrating was almost impossible.  The week before I took some time off, again I do not remember much, expect going to the cinema on my own to see the first Ghost Rider (Nicolas Cage) film.  Good job I was distracted as man it was a bad film!

My operation came some minor complications (which will prob be another blog post) and ahead of scheduled within 4 days after my stubbornness paid off I was discharged and sent home.  Bringing us full circle to my original point.  The journey home was painful, I had some painkillers but I was still very bruised and swollen and every bump in the road was painful.  I finally arrived home.  I had been strong up to this point and tried to keep my emotions in check.

It was at this point as I walked through the door I saw Missy, sat on the top of our brown leather sofa.  She casually looked over her shoulder with sleepy eyes and meowed.  I knew I was home!

Even as I write this I can feel a lump welling in my throat.  At that time I couldn’t hold it in and burst into tears.  Im not sure why?  Was it the sight of our house, Missy?  I think it was a combination of everything that washed over me causing an overload of emotions…..silly really.

Anyway, when we had to make the decision about missy as she had been unwell for some time all I could think about was this snapshot of my journey.  She was a companion during the following weeks were I adapted to my new life with a stoma.  While I overcame and processed what had happened to me.  I had underestimated what an important part of my life she had been over recent months.  But at that moment in the vets I was reminded.

Missy was my first pet so for that alone she will be special.  Something I am sure any pet owners appreciate. .  If you don’t have pets or never have you’ll probably be reading this thinking…WHAT???

But more than that Missy was a very important part of my recovery, more than I had realised until she was no longer in our family.   

She will be missed but importantly I will always be grateful for the companionship she showed me during some of the most challenging months of my life.

A momentary lack of concentration

Tommorrow is Nuclear races biggest event of the year...FALLOUT. Its my home teams race, and I am going to miss it!

For no reason other than my own stupidity and bad luck.

Last Sunday half of the Nuclear team (yes I am part of a team, I did write a blog to post today but its become corrupted. So ill write again ASAP)

We took a team trip to Norwich and Mucky races Steeplechase. More of a cross country race rather than an obstacle heavy race. I had only entered to 5km with my fellow Nuker Tracey.

oh and tge team "van" is really impressive!!

The course had some challenges with some unfortunate bottle necks. So we decided to help and boost people over and encourage obvious 1st timers. After all its what us Nukers do :)

After about 3km I will be honest the bottle necks became frustrating. So as we came to the next obstacle I jumped in ready to step up my pace...not my best idea!

The water was far shallower and the terrain far more uneven than I had anticipated!
I landed badly :( immedately I felt a ping and pain.

I hobbled on for about another 1/2 km but when we reached the next marshall I listened to the signals my body was giving me. I stopped took off my shoe and POW! Immediate swelling.

No way I was going to hobble back to start so a 4x4 ambulance was required.  A tad embarrising but the medics were great checking that I hadnt done any serious injury

Fortunately my ego had taken more of a bettering than my ankle. Although I think youll agree the swelling was impressive!

By Wednesday I gave in and went to Minor injuries to get it properly looked at.  Good news no breaks or apparent ligament damage. I was sent hone with a smile and prescription for "man up" pills.

Good news..but bad news a bad sprain has put me out of Fallout. Gutted is an understatement! The event is lining up to be monumental.

So to support the team Im going to hobble around the events village and be there in spirit if  not running.


#LOVEMUD

Return to the Gym!

So for various reasons I have had a bit of a break from training.  This is mostly a result of September being one of my biggest number event of the year!  Looking back I had an event every weekend!

I'm behind with video editing but as IO am so far behind I am working on a 'mash up' of the 4 events into one video ;)

I have also started to realize that I hadnt really been giving myself enough rest between events or refuelling appropriately.

Well as the end of silly season I am trying to settle down into a normal training regieme.  WOW does time off make a difference, I had also picked up a few strains and niggles ( a nasty stomach strain from rope climbing training, luckily nothing serious)

Whilst I had hobbled and struggled around 4 races being back in the gym I began to feel my lack of training.

I had been progressing nicely with my fitness and dead-lift and squats had progressed to a nicely to body weight reps.  My super sets (final part of circuit) whilst still destroying me felt respectable, like I belonged in the gym.

Unfortunately (and this is probably my ego speaking here) being back after nearly 2 months the workout feels like a HUGE step back. :(

I trust Phil (my trainer) and know that this is what is required to quickly get back to my old fitness levels, (plus avoid injury) but, ill be honest last week I became very frustrated.  I had begun making excuses as to why I couldn't go to the gym, missing the alarm or being grateful work was busy.

Don't get me wrong fitting in tranining around life in general has always been challenging, but when you are getting frustrated.......

As always try to finish on a positive, and Im getting there

I joined my wife for an Insanity training session on Sunday and again became very frustrated.  The session included allot of core work and I guess this is the area that I had suffered the most from my training break.  I had to sit out whole sections of the class as I just wasnt willing to push it.  A few twinges around my stoma and I knew I had to back off.

My alarm went off at 5.20 yesterday and after sunday, my ahces and general laziness meant I pressed snooze and slept on.

All day I regretted the decision, I had put my gym bag in the boot of my car with the ambition to go straight from work. by 2pm I had already began making excuses though as to why it wasnt a good idea.

 'The gym will be too busy'

'The equipment I want to use  wont be available'

Even as I pulled into the parking bay at the gym, I still wasn't committed. The gym as it happens wasn't that busy.

I started to warm up and didn't look back, I had a tough yet GREATworkout, I had found my gym 'mojo' again ;)

I am now looking forward to my next session Thursday and PT session Saturday and I am focusing on pushing the curve to get back to my old levels of fitness.

WATCH THIS SPACE PEOPLE I AM A MAN ON A MISSION!!

Stoma what the hell is a Stoma?? #re-published#

Hi all,

So again a repost but with more FB and twitter friends Im hoping this awareness post will reach some new people and the word Ostomy will not be so alien :)


An ileostomy is a surgical procedure to link the end of the small intestine to an opening in the abdomen (stoma)

In an ileostomy, the end of the small intestine (the ileum) is disconnected from the colon (large intestine) and re-routed through a hole made in the abdomen, which is known as a stoma. An external bag (stoma bag) is attached to the opening to collect waste products.
An ileostomy is a relatively common surgery. In England, an estimated 9,000 are carried out by the NHS each year.

When is an ileostomy needed?
An ileostomy is needed when the colon (large intestine) is damaged, inflamed or loses function. It is also used to treat some types of cancer, where it is necessary to remove part or all of the colon.


Types of ileostomy
There are three main types of ileostomy:
• loop ileostomy
• end ileostomy

Loop ileostomy
During a loop ileostomy, a loop of the small intestine is brought out through the stoma. The procedure is usually only used as a temporary measure when it is necessary to remove part of the rectum. Once the remaining colon has healed it can be reconnected to the small intestine and the stoma can be closed.
Loop ileostomies are often used to treat bowel cancer.
End ileostomy
During an end ileostomy the colon and rectum are removed and the end of the ileum is brought out through the stoma and attached to an external bag. An end ileostomy is usually permanent.

An ileo-anal pouch (also known as a J pouch) is sometimes used as an alternative to an external bag. This is an internal pouch surgically constructed from the small intestine and connected to the sphincter muscle that surrounds the anus. It means bowel actions can be controlled in the normal way.
Ileo-anal pouches are now preferred because they eliminate the external bag. However, they are not suitable for every patient. Disadvantages include having to go to the toilet frequently to empty the pouch.

So there it is, never thought this blog would be educational :) I have and will make reference to 'my bag', 'ileo' or 'stoma' regularily throughout these blogs. So thought it was good to share what these unusualy terms were :)

As I have already said my reasons for sharing are not for sympathy as my stoma in reality stops me from doing very little. My op was 6.5 years ago, but, I have a 5 year old son and I am traininig in a gym or running 5 days a week! Oh thats whilst trying to keep down a stressful career in Sales, look after our new puppy and try and spend some quality time with my wife!!! So all in all regardless if you are or are not an ostomist a hectic lifestyle :)

Oh....and for the record right now I LOVE MY LIFE!!!!

2nd Published blog

When I started this blog I never expected it to be any more than some rambling that a few people would humour me and read.  I ddint expect it to open as many doors and be read by so many people.

Last night it even inspired a fellow OCR addict to start writting his own blog! :)

Life has been hectic and I am a bit behind with my blogging.  I have 4 races that Im writting about (this will probably appear as a comparison of the 4 races) Lots of events have happened good and bad.

So many posts so little time...lol

Anyway here is a link to my latest blog posted by Clinimed, have a read, take a look learn something about the world of an Ostomist.


http://www.securicaremedical.co.uk/Menu/Securicare-Blog/ArtMID/15413/ArticleID/23/What-Is-It-Really-Like-At-SecuriCare.aspx 

Clinimed O2 walk

So as some of you may remember from an earlier post I have written some blogs and articles for my stoma bag supplier Clinimed/Securicare.

Well Im biased as they have been not only supportive but their service is a life saver! You know sometimes I even forget I am dealing with a company as it feels like an extended family or like some of the dealings with the charities, anyway I digress.

I was contacted and asked if I would like to take part in a walk across the O2 to raise some awareness and some donations for Bowel Cancer.

Well how could I say no? I'll also be honest it has been on my to do bucket list since I heard you could do it

As always the Clinmed team were great. As I have started to realize when a group of strangers get together to do something.... different a nervous excitement takes over as you all move outside of your comfort zones.

Actually, perhaps that's it? It's this addictive nervousness that you get before you do something for the first time that keeps me looking for my next fix! It doesn't have to be a race or OCR.

 

Anyway, as we arrived I realised just how high the O2 actually is! Plus what you don't realise is the  walkway is actually wobbles!. It's not a solid floor it bounces and flexes. That and it is steep! Im not too great with heights luckily the walkway is only 20ft or so away from the top of the dome, so while you going up it doesn't feel that high. That is unless you look back.

  

I also learned about allot of O2 statistics.  It wasn't simply constructed, some elements are actuially very well designed. ;)

• Top Of Dome is 50m high!
• Its twelve 100 m-high yellow support towers represent each month of the year or each hour of the clock face, representing the role played by Greenwich Mean Time
  
• In plan view it is circular, 365 m (one metre for each day in a standard year) in diameter

Clever right!

  

If you ever get the chance to experience this I HIGHLY recommend it!

 

Once again my journey over the last 18months has presented me with so many unique opportunities, meeting so many inspirational people, how can I stop now?

The real question I ask myself is...What do I do next!

awareness revisited

So when I started this blog my hope was my story, my journey, my battle and ultimately my ramblings would help. Help someone that may be starting their own journey.

Cancer is a word thrown around in the media and our daily lives far too often.

My fear is we have become desensitised its actually meaning.

As I have often said Cancer does not equal the end. But that doesnt mean we dont owe it respect, the attention it deserves. Awareness of symptoms and early diagnosis does saves lives.

Im resharing some more 'clinical' details about what bowel cancer symptons are.

I hope you find them useful.

So...where to start. I guess the best way is to start breaking down what bowel cancer is. Break it down into bitesize pieces.

The large bowel is a long tube of muscular tissue, about 120cm (4 feet) long that sits in the lower part of the abdomen. It runs in a loop from the appendix on the lower right hand side in your pelvis (near your hip bone) up and across the abdomen at the waist line and then down into the pelvis again on the left hand side, before it curves backward towards the back passage (rectum) and anus.

The large bowel mainly acts as a storage area and collects the liquid waste food from the upper part of your digestive system (stomach and small bowel). It gradually reabsorbs the water, turning this waste material into formed poo (faeces) as it moves further along the bowel towards the rectum.

At some time in our lives most of us will
experience problems with our bowels and the process of getting rid of these waste materials. Tummy upsets and bleeding
from the bottom are both very common
symptoms associated with many minor
problems that are easily treated, or settle down again on their own.

 

Most bowel cancers start as innocent growths – called polyps – on the wall of the bowel. Polyps are like smallspots or cherries on stalks and most do not produce symptoms. Polyps are more common as we get older and most polyps are not pre-cancerous. One type of polyp called an adenoma can, however, become cancerous (malignant). If left undetected, the cancer cells will multiply to form a tumour in the bowel, causing pain, bleeding and other symptoms. If untreated, the tumour can grow into the wall of the bowel or back passage.

Within this group of adenoma-related bowel cancers, there are one or two rare types of disease which do not seem to behave in quite the same way as these slow growing polyps. These uncommon types of bowel cancers develop and spread much more quickly, and seem to affect much younger people.

A polyp Iarge bowel

A tumor in the large bowel

 

Life is starting to get VERY busy!

I'm going to have to say a bit behind with my blogging...so much has happened over the last 6 weeks I am struggling to keep up!!!

But a few days away on business in a hotel shoukd mean I can finish the 6 or so blogs I hve half started! ;)

In the interimn...I apologise for the cheesy clip show....but when I look back at the last 12 months. ..WOW Ive done alot!!

Check out this vid from a new App Ive been playing with :)

Happy Blogiversary!!!

Ill be honest life has been hectic, health had a bit of a blip, bit of a gap in training, work has been a bit stressful, and to be honest this manifested in my emotional armor being really tested.

I do my best to stay positive, to think of all the positives in my life, but sometimes, for no apparent reason this is THE hardest thing to do!

Depression/stress whatever you decide to call it in my experience it has many levels.  It feels like a darkness washes over you.  Like you are at the bottom of a hole looking up at the light and everyone else going about their normal lives.  Although you have been there before, in the then and now there is nothing you can do.  It tests your resolve, your personal relationships with family and friends, your working professionalism.  Ultimately your willingness to keep fighting the good fight.

I suppose in some ways I've created allot of my own pressures.  I don't want to be a recluse and sit in the corner rocking but similarly work, life stress the pressure of this journey I am on cannot be ignored.  No matter how much I try!

Perhaps over the last few months I have taken on a little more than I could handle, forgot I don't wear a cape and my pants over my trousers ;)

On a more positive note I have just noticed a few days ago was the anniversary of this very blog!  Who would've thought that when I started that things would've developed as far as they have.  That my ramblings would've opened so many doors, allowed me to meet so many cool people.  Allow me to be an officially published blogger, and a part of a wider Ostomy community!  This all became very clear when  at a recent OCR event having so many people stop me....just to say hi!

WOW!!! Now if that's not enough to give anyone a motivational kick in the arse what is.


HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY!!!

My first Published Article

 My journey continues and whilst these blogs initially started as a way to raise awareness things have developed and now I am being commissioned (well kinda) to write some blogs and articles.

Below is such an article that will soon be published as an article.  My first official commissioned piece of work!  Have a read, hopefully for Ostomist and non-Ostomist alike it should be interesting.

So what is my biggest fear as a Cancer survivor and Ostomist?  Believe it or not it isn’t actually the return of the ‘BIG C’.  I have learned that life really is too short and there is no point is worrying about things that are out of your control.  I am in remission now, and long may that continue, but if that changes it will not be due to anything I have or haven’t done.

No my biggest fear as an Ostomist is a hernia!

When I first came out of surgery I had plenty of other things to worry about, like dealing with my newly formed stoma.  I recall hernias being discussed and how as my stomach is now a weak spot I was at a higher risk.  In the first few months after surgery even sitting up caused a lot of strain on my core and I was terrified of herniation.  I invented cleaver ways to sit up in bed. I became terrified of lifting almost anything.  Including my own son!  But I soon realised hernias aren’t the Ostomists 'Boogey Man'.  Prevention became just another obstacle that needs to be overcome

So I guess the key question that needs asking is exactly what is a  Ostomy hernia?

Rolstad and Boarini (1996) define a parastomal hernia asa bulging of peristomal skin indicating the passage of oneor more loops of bowel through a fascial defect aroundthe stoma and into the subcutaneous tissues

Now I personally did not exercise until a few years after my surgery and my stoma has settled.  When I did decide to get fit I always feared I could never really get there as lifting any type of ‘heavy’ weight would create an issue.  So I decided to do things right and met my personal trainer.  Im not saying that a P.T. is always needed but as I had not been a gym goer before my operation I needed to make sure that what I was doing was correct and more importantly safe.

For the first few months I lifted no weight, everything was body-weight actions.  This slowly built up my core (which as an added bonus also improved by posture!)  This consisted of some very simple yet effective movements, shuttle runs lunges etc mixed with moderate running.  Well I say running but at first it was fast walking mixed with brief jogging!

I then progressed to some light kettle bell work and finally a few months ago progressed to what I class as real weight lifting.

I am now in training 4-5 days a week with a mixture of running, core conditioning (still a vital piece of my training to maintain my core stability)  I am also doing something now that I never felt possible.  I am dead-lifting.  This is ultimately a movement where you squat down and then stand up holding the weight.  I weigh approximately 90kgs.  I am now lifting 105kg plus for multiple reps over multiple sets.  Something I couldn’t do before my surgery and thought impossible with my stoma.

I guess what I am trying to share is, yes hernias are a risk for us Ostiomists.  But so is being struck by lightning or winning the lottery.  That doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen to every one of us. 

 

If you want to return to any type of physical activity take things slowly, at a walking pace at first if necessary.  Through my journey the one true fact that has guided me during all my training sessions, all my Obstacle Racing is LISTEN TO YOUR BODY!