I wonder sometimes how many sayings of yesteryear will carry on after the technology that
created them ceases to exist.
Once again, I am trying to get back in shape. And once again, I'm finding it harder and harder to start for a variety of reasons.
We Interrupt This Program...
I started this particular blog post a few days ago. I was going to talk about how my last epic road trip physically destroyed me as well as other things that have influenced my physical-not-well-being, and I still intend for that to be the subject of this post, however, things have gone from bad to worse in that matter.
Are You Sure?
A while back, I'm pretty sure I had a hernia, an inguinal hernia, it was self-diagnosed, which I've actually become pretty good at for a variety of reasons. I'm not opposed to seeking medical advice, but I take it with a grain of salt for a number of reasons.
That said, I did talk, informally to a doctor friend and he agreed with me that I should avoid going under the knife if possible. So I dialed things back, focused on a yoga treatment and after a few weeks the symptoms were gone and I was back in action.
Once again, I am faced with a possible hernia. There is a good part of me that would like to consult with a physician, but here it is Thursday, we hit the road Monday to Atlanta and a flight to LA, and Tuesday, Skye and I are in our storage facility in the San Fernando Valley packing up a truck to drive across the country to our condo in Atlanta, setting up our first home-base in around 3 years.
I could find a doctor somewhere between here and there, I suppose.
In all likelihood they would confirm my diagnosis and tell me to take it easy, which I would love to do, except for how much that would cost, both financially and emotionally as well as "strategically".
So I'll buy a funny hernia belt and wear compression shorts and will probably be fine.
I had to skip my juijitsu training last night which was a drag because it was the last time I would be training at American Fight Club, with Joe Savoian and his wonderful group. At least Skye got to play.
We Know Return to Your Regularly Scheduled Program....
I really pushed myself on that last transcontinental trip.
I've realized how bad driving is for me in the last few years. It's messed up my shoulders, neck, back, legs, etc. But I have had to chalk it up to an occupational hazard. And even though I know better, our industry/culture doesn't like whiners and I have built up a reputation of being able to endure, perhaps much to my disservice.
By the time we were on the last leg of our journey, I had to ice my knee while driving and was downing 5-hour energy drinks with Advil.
When I got on the treadmill for the first time, my knee, ankle and hip were giving me trouble within a couple of minutes.
In Worse Shape Than I Realized
Running was difficult. And then I started playing with my Indian Clubs, my neck and shoulders were not well. My toes are still suffering from nerve damage from the 50K. My flexibility is the worse its been in as long as I can remember.
I first became aware of the hernia when we were doing simple body-weight exercises at the park.
Failing to Sleep
I have long prouded myself with how little sleep I need to function. Again I thought this was good and it did help me do some amazing things.
Crazy hours that are appreciated in the film business, on road trips, at Burning Man, however the more and more I research the matter I am once again doing myself a disservice to the point where I don't even realize how tired I am and what damage I am doing to myself emotionally and physically, which ends up effecting those around me.
I have started to let myself sleep. And it has been good.
This amount of introspection about my physical state does verge on a Milley Cirrus, look-at-me level, however because of how we're living, I couldn't pin down when I had my last hernia episode or how long it lasted and what I was doing at the time. Skye, Cindy and I sort of put it together piece-meal, but because I didn't blog about or face-book it last time around, I am just not sure.
Back in the Saddle
Like I said, I will more likely than not make it through this without my guts spilling out. But I do plan to take this as a lesson to pay attention to my body. And I do plan on coming back with a bullet-proof core.
Yoga, yoga, yoga
And of course my girdle/hernia belt.