Lactic Round 3!!

Wel in a few short days I will be competing in another Nuclear Lactic race. Lactic Fallout!!
There races will always have a special place as Rush was my first obstacle race.

Whilst I continue to train I reflect on how far I have progressed in just over a year. Damn alot has changed!

Over 3 inches on my waist, 10kg (ish) Im holding my own in the gym with proper workouts. Ok so tge weight isnt tge heaviest but thats not my aim. We are going for lean definition. I trust Phil implicitly and I know he will help me hit this goal. My diet is varied but still better than it ever has been. Surprisingly this is actually the hardest part of my training. Eating badly is so easy!!! ; )

A year ago a training warm up session and a shory 1.8km run and I was destroyed!!

Lactic Rush was the first obstacle race I had competed in. I had no idea what to expect. Nievity really is bliss. Im probably more nervous now as I know what to expect!

That said it was alot of fun and the race that really kick started 2013 for me. Lactic taught me to continue pushing the boundaries. I have achieved more in the last 12 months than I ever felt possible.

Well on Nov 3rd I continue to push my boundaries. After the rain and storms this week the mud is going to be EPIC!! Wish me luck : )

Back to the trenches...with visual aids ; )

Hey!
Well finnaly got the pics for Back to The Trenches. Whenever I see these pics they always bring back so many memories.
I think im going to add some blogs and pics of lactic and Nuts as they were both significant parts of my 2013 event calender. Plus pics can often do a better  job at describing the cahllenges than my words ever could!!

Well enjoy and defo not the last trenches race as already got a friend joining me in Marcg 2014  Time to get training Alan Cottle ; )

Back from The Trenches.....

Back from the Trenches and back to normality today, still reflecting on Saturdays event. It was definately alot of fun but not really the toughest event of my 2013 calendar. I had felt a sense of achievement after all my events, but this was...different?

Perhaps it was the weather making the obstacles more challenging?
The river crossing was the most memorable, just due to the tempurature of the water! A number of runners had to be rescued or once entering the icy depths immediately retreted to the jetty. I must admit by half way across as I started struggling to catch my breath in the cold, I did think they had the right idea.

The running element was a mixture of paths and steep and slippy hill climbs and descents. One of which got the better of myself and a few other competitors. We ended up sliding into each other on a rather steep decent. This resulted in a rather embarrissing 'man sandwhich' with the gentleman and lady infront of me. Good job everyone is in good spirtis at these events ;)

Was it the fire jumps? But they were more asthetic than challenging. They will hopefully make a good picture as a course photographer was cleverly placed at this obstacle.

Perhaps conquering the electrical fence? I had been anxious about this one for a week or so before the event. To be honest, this also wasnt as challenging as I feared. With a slow and cuatious approach I managed to negotiate without a single jolt! Glad I did as some of my fellow runners did seem to get a few nasty zaps!!!!

Whilst preparing to write this blog and as typing away I think I now know why I'm felling the way I am. Hopefully I can explain. The worse part of the entire event was the 15 min walk from the car park to the start/finish of the race. Unfortuntaly this was a solo event and a bit last minute so no cheerleaders this time.. I wasnt sure if there was a secure bag drop so I left my change of clothes in the car. At the end of the race as I was wet, muddy and therefore getting a little cold I took off my top and walked back to the car shirtless.

The multiple times I had crawled and waded through mud had also left a nice gritty feel in all my clothing. I wear high wasted lycra boxers that come up over my bag, securing and hiding it. On the way back I rolled the waist down and with my finishers medal around my neck proudly walked to the car with my bag clearly on display.

Yes, I got a few funny looks. Despite all the training Im no adonis (yet) ;) This is the first time I have been anywhere in public with my bag on full display. It actually felt good as it was clear that I had just completed the event (the medal and the fact I was covered in mud were a good indicator)

Its taken 6 nearly 7 years and 4 events over 12 months in the gym to gain this level of body confidence, and you know walking back the the car wearing my medal and bag with pride.....it felt good!!

Saturday 19th - The Big Push

This marked my 4th cross country obstacle race.
I have trained this week with a niggle, Physical and mental. Blackout did more damage than I realised. My right knee was still tight and after a few runs if 5-6k it still hurt. Not great leading up to this 6k event ; )

I also knew that one of the obstacles would be an 'electrical' obstacle. www.mudstacle.com is full of mixed reviews about  these types of obstacle. I wasnt sure how this type of obstacle would challenge my stoma.

I didnt even know how how this obstacle would manifest itself! Tough Mudder was a gauntlet of wires waiting for you to run or crawl through...all I knew is this obstacle was called 'The Spiders Web'.... Mysterious right ; )

Well I'm pleased to say today im a little achy but nothing serious. Seriously cold water, very slippery muddy hill climbs and descents, fire jumps and a cautious negotiation of the Spiders Web meant that Back 2 Trenches was actually a really fun event....

Waiting for some offiicial photos as this was a solo event and ill post a bit more of a review ; )

Ironic

Now hoes this for irony. After posting a blog yesterday about stoma challenges I wake up today with a stomach pain. Not the first time ive had this pain. I knew what this was. A blockage!!

Imagine whats left of my intestine as a hose pipe. Turn the water on. Now kink the hose...now imagine that inside your stomach.  Thats the general idea of a blockage ; )

They can occur for a number of reasons. As I now have a bit of extra space it can just kink, certain foods digest poorly or the most common for me...not chewing my food properly!

Think I read somewhere your supposed to chew each bite 20 times? Who has time to do that! Anyway poorly chewed food was probably the cause of this blockage.

To use the hose pipe analogy by eating Id be increasing the pressure in the kink. To try and help the digestive system tries to flush with fluid. This comes with its own challenges. These blackages can be really painful. Sickness and an extreme discomfot arent unusual.

Another weird side effect is phantom toilet pains. Our bodies are hard wired to function in a certain way. Well when something is disconnected or missing the body is hard wired to think its still there. I guess its similar to phantom feelings in a lost limb. My digestive system doesnt realise its not connected anymore. So during these cramps I also get phantom toilet pains. My remaining rectal stump spasms. Its a little weird and slightly uncomfortable.

When you think about it its a testament that the human body that it can function with key organs removed.

Well today I lucked out. Some peppermint tea and 5 hours of sleep seem to of helped. Not the first time thus has happened and sure it will not be the last...

Its often the little things that you miss.......

We have always tried to read Jack a story at betime. Infact he has quite a collection and some are a little strange. The Dinosaur that poop'd Christmas is an especially strange but that is another story.

Whilst reading one of Jacks favourites 'Pooh is that you Berite' (a follow up book to Dirty Bertie) another good read. Blimey not sure if i am writing a blog about my life or starting to write reviews of childrens books?? ;)

Anyway the book is basically about farting. How Bertie farts in inappropriate places and is told off for it. Then how the people who tell him off also fart but disguise it. Trust me the book is funnier than my terrible overview.

Well this got me thinking whilst telling people about my story I have always tried to be open and honest about having a stoma. The good, the bad and the unusual. Well one thing that having a stoma does effect is the ability to fart! Yes you may smile but as my digestive system is not connected in the usual way this is an impossible task. I would trade alot to be able to pass wind again ;)

My stoma does pass wind but not with the same satifaction you get for the traditional way. I have no control of the output and gas comes with its own challenges of an inflated bag! I can hold my own with the best of you reagrding 'smell' On occassions releasing air from the bag or 'gassing' can be quite bungent.

I'm not going to go into detail about some of the more graphic of issues my operation and stoma present, just trust me that some of them do take some getting used to.

Throughout this blog I have been/will be aiming to raise awareness about many of the challenges faced by Ostomists. But also that the limitations do not stop us, they just mean we need to adapt, to evolve. A rather unusual post I know but just another insight into the world of an ostomist.

As with everything in life its often the little things we miss.

Its a long road....

Like most people certain days provide more of a challenge. Money, work, family, relationships. All of the above?? I just have some unique ostomy challenges.

When its a 'low' day I have to work even harder. Some days even getting out of bed is tough. Dealing with my stoma when im in a slump (which usually means its playing up too) is often too much.

Yes I am different, but different isnt always bad. The bag and ileostomy remind me of my "difference" every day. So I dont need reminding by anything else. I hate to be treated different. Perhaps just some understanding on the tougher days ; )

It probably stems from when I finally got home from hospital and I was in recovery mode. I promised myself I wouldn't let this beat me. I would never quit...EVER!

So when my stoma decides it doesnt want to play nice...my armour goes into overload. We all have armour, a mask of sorts, its like a shield we put up to prevent others from seeing what emotional state we are really in. Took a few counselling sessions to realise but apparently my shield is good. Perhaps too good ; )

For me the biggest challenge of having a stoma isnt the the physical. For me it's the psychological. Yes its vanity, but the bag always seem to be protrude. Most people tell me it doesnt show. Well I know its there so it always seems to. I find myslf constantly fiddling and checking the bag. Over the years I have had a few nasty leaks and a few near misses so I guess this is mostly just paranoia

Its no secret I have a stoma/bag so why all the trouble to hide it??
Not really sure, being 'normal' and normality just sounds a little dramatic. Over the last few months I have met people who are happy to be seen with their bag on show. On holiday, whilst wearing swimming costumes etc. Im not at that stage yet. I can talk about it, write about it but when it comes to people outside my close circle seeing it....just not comfortable.

Perhaps writing this bog is helping me criss this barrier..guess no matter how far ive come, always further to go.