So I haven’t posted since the weekend after my J Pouch creation surgery in July. Not for any sort of reason, I just haven’t felt the urge to post. Life has been quite hectic since then. About 2 weeks ago I went on my first run since June. Needless to say it was brutal. But I went straight in to my usual 5k route. It took me 10 minutes longer than the previous pre surgery run which is both shockingly bad and impressive. 40 minutes for a 5k is not even close to halfway impressive but doing that less than 2 months after being hacked open I thought I should probably find some positives. 3 runs later and I have got it down to about 33 minutes. Which is still not as good as it was pre 2nd (3rd) surgery but it is a good start. I have had a week long cold break as my body struggled to cope with the surprisingly warm September temperatures and decided that a blocked nose might help. Which it did not.
As the cold subsides and I learn how to breath again I figure it is a good time to get back on track. I am having a Chocolate fudge bar 1 hour before my run in the hope that it will help me smash my 33 minute time. I have booked myself in to the Richmond 10k on 22nd March 2014. Figure it would be a good way to kick off my year. And hopefully I will be recovered from my surgery…
Oh that’s right. My final surgery is booked for October 2nd! No more Boris, no more Elvis, no more surgery, no more enemas, no more meds, no more hospitals, no more ostomy bags, no more surgeries, no more, No More, NO MORE!!!! Hopefully… I am very excited to start my new stoma free life but also a little wary that things will not be as great as pre UC life. I will have to cope without a colon and all the annoyances that come with it. But screw it, I am very much looking forward to not having my intestine sticking out my stomach. I will not miss looking down and seeing a red eel’s head puking into a bag. I will not miss wearing a support belt to try to not get a hernia. I will not miss the heat that said support belt causes and subsequent sweating.
2 weeks to go. 2 more weeks until I will have no more excuses to do all the things that I have put off until “next year”. No excuse for not being healthy, for not playing badminton, for not training to be a mountain leader. No excuse for not starting my new life.