I’ve been under the weather of late. Not firing on all cylinders, less than 100%, below par. It all started a few months ago. I was struggling to run and my times were abysmal, even dog walking was leaving me tired out. Then one day I carried something up a flight of stairs and was panting by the time I reached the top. This from the man who was still running marathons a year ago.
I reluctantly went to see my doctor who carried out some blood tests. They all came back fine, although my cholesterol was slightly higher than normal. His advice? Exercise more. But…er…that’s the problem. I used to exercise all the time and now I’m permanently exhausted. Set me on a comfy chair for any length of time and I will doze off. My children now film me in such undignified positions. I’m even more of a laughing stock than normal.
I thought I had reached that age where I was slowing down but that’s ridiculous. There are people 20 years older running hoops round me. So I’m none the wiser as to what is causing the crushing fatigue. It’s frustrating and humiliating, watching Lycra clad hordes cycle and run past as I plod pathetically after them, hopelessly unable to keep up. Lockdown has seen many get the exercise bug whereas it appears to have deserted me.
I’ll struggle on and hope my body finds it’s mojo again soon. Some have even suggested I’ve long COVID although I never tested positive for it or displayed any symptoms. I’m a medical mystery but at least I can still write. It keeps me busy and maintains my ever-fragile self-belief. I’m just tired and want this lockdown to end. Is that too much to ask? I’ll sign off now for another day of pottering around the house feeling useless.