posted on Aug, 23 2020 @ 11:00 AM
Checking in briefly to update folks. It's not that I've left precisely, but truthfully, I am distancing myself against the impending ATS apocalypse.
I've also had some pretty hefty personal work going on in my life these past few months to achieve some goals I've actually had for the past several
years, so I thought I'd drop in let everyone know I haven't died, not going to die. Actually doing pretty darn good all things considered, and while
I miss everyone, I know things are limited here and I don't want to just log in expecting everything to find out that things are dead some
Around three years ago, we started looking for a physical sports activity my son could enjoy. Given that he's hearing impaired, team sports were
going to be difficult. It won't be impossible for him to ever play team sports, but as a 1st grader (6/7 years old), we felt that trying to learn new
skills and separate sound input from coach(es), teammates, and parents was going to be a tall order and an exercise in frustration. So we looked
instead for individual sports where he only had to rely on himself.
We started with swimming. It seemed the easy one, but he had to learn how to swim first, and he can't wear his earpiece in the pool. The noise of the
pool environment, all the various classes, and the physical excitement of being in the water with his head going above and below the water's surface
simply overwhelmed. He went through a class session learning next to nothing, and it become apparent that he was only really going to learn with
either maturity or private lessons and one on one attention.
It was one to the next idea. For some reason, I looked at the martial arts. We got him into a trial session of tae kwon do, and that one stuck. He's
still at it today going on three years later. He adores his instructor. He's past his first mid-term on his way to his 1st degree, and he's on the
school's competition team. He thrives when he gets to work with the older kids and adults which is good because he's one of the youngest on the
I wish I could say he's super competent at it, but he's still playing at competing more than serious. That's OK. I've seen him when he locks in,
and he's got potential to be really good. He reminds me of myself at the same age. And he has a true talent with weapons. So far, there isn't a
single one he hasn't picked up quickly, easily and been good at with very little effort. Honestly, I'm glad he's not super serious yet. I want him
to go as long as possible enjoying himself. The sooner he locks in, the sooner he risks burnout. I know this from experience.
Now on to me.
I thought my competitive days were long done, but it didn't take long from me watching son at practice to realize ... that I wanted in myself. It
looked hella fun, and it's so completely different from anything I'd ever done before that all my old athletic instincts came screaming back wanting
in on that challenge.
There were problems though. I was working through a frozen shoulder in my left shoulder. I was overweight - pushing 200lbs at that point. And I was
seriously out of shape. All those things had to be addressed before I could even entertain the notion of stepping on to the floor myself, especially
at my age in my 40s.
Most of you know I'm a woman of faith, and lots of times I feel like God lets me have the things I want in life, but He also makes me work for them.
This is one of those times. So I started really working the left shoulder and the weight. I knocked off 50 lbs so that I was down to between 145 and
150 which is good for a woman of my height. My left shoulder I pushed and stretched and worked so that the joint regained its former range of
A little over a year ago (April/May 2019), I was just starting to address the out of shape issues to prepare myself to go when my right shoulder
started in on me. I've posted about that. I only thought the frozen shoulder in my left was bad. It was like my right shoulder said, "Hold my
beer!" I lost all my external rotation in the right shoulder. By the time I sought treatment in August and started physical therapy, I had nerve
involvement too. I couldn't hardly work anything without spasms across my chest. It was pretty ugly.
By October, it was obvious PT alone wouldn't do it, and surgery was sought. At that time, it was discovered I had a SLAP tear and suprascapular nerve
compression in addition to the mother of all frozen shoulders. I had all three addressed at once. It was a unique situation for PT, and the PT crew I
was using are really good ones having been trained in part by baby cousin's husband who is internationally known in the field and coming with his
recommendation. We forged on and it was slow going. I had atrophy issues and nerves doing things they weren't supposed to. Muscles guarding and not
wanting to stop, etc. All of it had to be retrained, and that's a slow process. Plus all the plain healing.
By March, we felt that I could begin to start some outside exercise. I signed up for pool aerobics, but of course, the 'Rona shut everything down
again after two sessions. At this point, I was frustrated. So I started working alongside my son when he had his tae kwon do sessions via Zoom. I did
it for a few reasons. The first is that Zoom isn't close captioned, so I was playing interpreter for him. The second was to help him feel less alone
and help with the things he wasn't getting in terms of form and positioning (my athletic background is useful). The third reason was that I could do
the range of motion things ... carefully ... and get some of what I was missing by not being in the pool. It worked out well, and I made some really
big gains that month in PT.
In early June, PT and I reached the conclusion that my right shoulder was basically in the process of slowly unsticking itself, and we graduated me
out with what we thought would be the final surgeon's visit two days later. We thought it would be a formality. But it wasn't. The surgeon was less
impressed because my external rotation was still really tight, and it was especially tight that morning on top of it. He sent me back to PT for the
rest of the summer with an August followup. He said if we hadn't made progress by then, I was looking at cortisone and maybe even another surgery! I
was crushed at that point.
Then I was marking time again until I finally got back into exercise. This time I hit floor aerobics - a step class with weights and bands - two times
a week in the morning. I'm the youngest person in it, and it kicked my @ss to start out. But I've gotten my full risers on, and I've had to bump up
my weights and hype the tension on all my bands. It's working like intended. Along with that, the instructor at kiddo's school offered family
sessions through the summer for student +1 at certain times. So I added that with my son for 30 minutes once a week.
In short, I have been incredibly, physically busy. I've had two sessions of step with weights, one session of tae kwon do, and an hour of PT every
week from June through into August. Then in August, since things were going really, really well, I stepped the tae kwon do up and finally achieved the
goal I've spent three years working toward -- I made it into the full adult class. I've been there now three weeks going on four and it's
So I have two sessons of step and two sessions of full tae kweon do. I saw the surgeon for my last follow up on Thursday,