I walk a lot. I walk maybe thirteen miles per week. Some alone, some with Deck, some with Bill and Decky.
I used to walk a lot. Hours per day sometimes. And I would go fast. I would go hard. I would kick my own ass. I would start running because it was just easier. I haven’t done that in a while.
I was on methotrexate for iritis a year or two ago. I took it for about six months, then stopped. I wanted my body to fight this autoimmune disease itself, and the doctors told me that taking the drug could ‘reset’ my immune system. Well, I haven’t had any eye problems for a while (except for eye strain and allergies). (Knock wood.)
But I have noticed that after stopping the drug, I got some really painful arthritis in the bases of my big toes and thumbs. They get swollen and hurt. Especially during and after a walk. But I also know that if I didn’t walk, it would probably be much worse.
So I power through the pain. It does not get better ever. Today I did walking lunges and knee lifts during my 5.71 mile aggressive walk up and down the hills of Kansas. And they hurt a lot. Almost enough to make me want to take the methotrexate again. Almost.
I would like to get into yoga again, but I don’t know if my toes can take it. When I get up off of the floor, I have to avoid bending my feet. Not an easy thing to do. Try it sometime.
But the walk/workout today made me feel really good otherwise. In all my recent walks, I go fairly quickly, but I wasn’t attaining the speed I used to be able to. Today I did. I pushed myself hard, then kept pushing. Then I pushed some more. I made good time, despite the slower intervals of exercise thrown in. It felt really good.
Maybe I can actually get back to that level of exercise again. Wouldn’t that be great?
I’ll just have to figure out what to do about my toes later.