Hey. What's up?

I'm not sure why I'm writing now. I haven't blogged in years. It used to be a regular thing for me back when I was training and racing hard. 

Then life fell apart in 2018 and remained that way for years. 

No reason to go through everything. We all have gone through shit. And if you're reading this, you might know about some of the stuff I went through. I remember posting a few things on IG for awhile.

Am I doing better? That's the million dollar question. Physically I'm able to work out again. Mentally, I'm scarred. I was depressed and was dealing with anxiety. Then, I kept spiraling. But yes, I'm better now.

I'm a shell of my former self. That's probably why I haven't blogged and why I left social media years ago. I didn't want to put my issues on anyone. I mean. Come on. We all went through COVID. We have all lost family or friends, struggled with Cancer, struggled with divorces, kids leaving the house. We all are dealing with our own battles.

The past few years were nonstop start, stop, start, stop, and on and on. 

But here I am. 2024. 

So far this has been a downer post. That wasn't my intent. Really. 😂

SO. Let's see if I can do a short recap. I've never been a short recap writer. I can write pages about running a 5K. But, I'll give it the old college try. 

Work has been great. Since COVID, we've had explosive growth. During COVID, we made some strategic moves that were high risk, but they paid off. As Mr Tea says about that time "When everyone was zigging. We were zagging".

Speaking of Mr. Tea. He lost both his parents of over past few years. His dad in June 2018 and mom on Jan 1st 2020.

Remember JMan and Slin? JMan is 30, and Slin turns 29 this year. JMan is married to the wonderful SmileyGirl as Mr. Pitts calls her. He works in the world of sports betting. His company is a software company that does statistical analysis (and other things that are way over my head) for DFS. Slin works with us and is an absolute whizz with SEO and product development. 

In Jan 2020, Mr. Tea had been wanting a new dog. (Our 2 had passed away). We adopted Dobbs the Terrible for his birthday. Dobbs was 15 weeks old when we got him and had been through a lot of trauma. He IS a lot of dog. At 90ish lbs, he is strong and powerful and energetic. We have had to work with him extensively. While he loves people, he will never be able to be around other dogs. We've been through many dog trainers. The last one told us "He'll never be a dog park, dog. But you got him to be neutral to other dogs on neutral territory. That's the best we can hope for". Much of this is due to the trauma he experienced very young; we suspect, based on what we know. 

I'm try to decide how much to share. 😂

I'm at square one again. You know that saying "You don't start over. You start from experience". I can tell you that's absolutely true. Starting over...and over....and over when I had years of experience behind me, really helps. No matter what my pace is or what my power output is, I know what "hard" feels like

I know how "easy" is supposed to feel.

But I'm not "training". Don't think for one second that I am. Mr. Tea has even said that he would love to see me race again knowing that I was racing so sick back in the day. It's incredible to think that I accomplished what I did, looking back. Nowadays, I don't have the energy or desire to train that hard.

Speaking of looking back. I wish I had given myself more credit for what I accomplished as an athlete. But, there was always the next goal to chase. Instead of taking the time to appreciate what I had done, I keep moving.

I left Strava for awhile, but lately, I've been posting random workouts. 

Finally, we have a big exciting thing happening. But, I definitely don't want to go into details until it's done. It has been going on since Feb and has given me major stress off and on. But we are almost at the end. I'm starting to get excited. So 🤞.

That's my update. 

The only question left: Do I post this on FB where I used to have a small but dedicated group of readers? Or leave it for random internet surfers?

Mr. C brain dump

 

This is how I picture Mr. C. (That's how I refer to my Celiacs)

I get mad when people try to explain to me why I got sick or what I should have done differently. I'm sure that over time and likely when I'm feeling better, I will not get mad and will be able to talk more freely.

Today, I'm going to talk about my Celiacs diagnosis. 

First of all, Celiacs is an auto-immune disease that people are genetically pre-disposed to having. I did not do anything to cause this. 

It is NOT a flare up. It is not an allergy or dietary fad. I get VERY SICK when I eat gluten containing items and serious damage has been caused to my intenstines which causes a whole host of problems. I get sick when there is cross contamination, meaning that my meal did not contain any gluten but a plate or knife or something else touched my food.

This is from celiac.org

When people with celiac disease eat gluten (a protein found in wheat, rye and barley), their body mounts an immune response that attacks the small intestine. These attacks lead to damage on the villi, small fingerlike projections that line the small intestine, that promote nutrient absorption. When the villi get damaged, nutrients cannot be absorbed properly into the body.

Celiac disease is hereditary, meaning that it runs in families. People with a first-degree relative with celiac disease (parent, child, sibling) have a 1 in 10 risk of developing celiac disease.

Celiac disease can develop at any age after people start eating foods or medicines that contain gluten. Left untreated, celiac disease can lead to additional serious health problems.

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FOR YEARS, I have googled my symptoms only to come up empty handed. This is normal. On average, a person with celiacs is misdiagnosed for 6-10 YEARS before they get a proper diagnosis.

For reals, I am NOT blaming doctors. It is a combination of issues. 

#1 A person can be asymptomatic for many years before having problems.

#2 The symptoms can start slowly. This is what happened to me. I can, now, look back as far as 2012 and see that my symptoms were starting. But they were so few and far between that it wasn't anything that I would have even brought up to a doctor. However, the damage to my insides had already started. 

#3 When there is no history of celiacs, there is no reason to do a test. It is very likely that others in my family have/had it and didn't know. My family is so large and spread out, anyone could have anything, and no one would necessarily know. 

#4 When I started googling my symptoms, NOTHING came up. NOTHING. Dr. Google isn't a good place for medical advice, right? BUT, my blood tests were all coming back normal. I was trying to find out what was wrong with me. So, I could only assume that I was ok....until I found out I wasn't. 

#5 Even today, with a diagnosis that showed my numbers to be at the very top of the scale, I STILL don't have many of the symptoms that many celiacs have. 

I did not get a test until my hematologist told me that my body's ability to absorb iron was dropping at an alarming rate. She recommended a celiac test because that is the #1 symptom of Celiacs.

I'm writing this today to tell you 

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. This is a genetic issue that I have had my entire life.

THE DOCTORS DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.

This has been incredibly difficult and probably the most emotionally challenging thing that I have been through.

Unless you have this, you have no idea what it's like to be out all day, get hungry, and realize YOU CAN'T JUST GO GET A PIZZA or grab something fast. You have NO IDEA what it is like to worry about cross contamination. 

I know that pretty much everyone who is reading this, isn't blaming me or doctors or anything. I needed a place to vent. That's all.

I'm feeling better, physically, now. It's going to take me time to get over some of the emotional hurdles. The other day, Mr. T and I were talking, and I told him, "it's one thing to be gluten free by choice. If you decide you want pizza, you can go get pizza. I can't. It's so hard. I have to meal plan like never before, and things will STILL happen that cause me issues."

I don't particularly care what people think, in general, but I'm not in a place where I can deal with it right now. I *will* be, but I'm not right now. 

In the meantime, I'm still trying to get answers on other issues. Dealing with referrals and insurance has been an absolute nightmare. There will be more down the road....you lucky readers. 

All I ask is that you listen without judgement....it's that walk a mile in a person's shoes thing. 

Remember me?

Hi,

I don't know if you remember me. I'm Tea.

I used to do a lot of races: running, triathlon, open water swimming, etc. I (seemingly) had endless energy. I could train hard 12-15 hours a week, run a business, and take care of things around the house (since I worked from home) and on and on and on. 

Everything changed in 2018. Looking back now, I realize that's when I can actually pinpoint my health issues starting. At the time, I was going through the worst year of my life and peri-menopause, and all of my symptoms pointed to those 2 things. Bloodwork always came back normal. I thought, I'd just ride out the storm.

I went from killing races in 2017 to not being able to complete workouts, being fatigued, having really bad stomach problems and an extreme hunger that I've never had before. I was also not myself. I was irritable, likely because I was in pain. This is when the weight started coming on. The brain fog was so bad that someone could tell me something in the morning, and two hours later, I couldn't remember it.

When 2019 rolled around, the big stresses were almost all wrapped. I wasn't feeling any better. Again, I thought, perimenpause, and maybe stress it just taking longer to go away, especially at the level I had.

Of course, 2020 hits. I started noticing and increase in symptoms, and they were happening more frequently. Seriously, in 2020, there was no way in hell, I was going to the doctor unless I was literally dying. Besides every.single.time., my bloodwork comes back normal. That's not exactly dying, right?

Over those 2 years, I gained an enormous amount of weight. ENORMOUS. None of it could be explained away by COVID-baking. Maybe 10lbs, but we're talking 50lb weight gain.

Early in 2021, I started working with Dina (world famous Dietitian :) ), and someone that I trusted. At the end of the program, 3 months, I hadn't lost a single bit of weight. At that time, Dina recommended that I get my thyroid tested. 

Unfortunately, my health broke down even further. At that time, I had to address what I could. I was having MASSIVE bleeding. Hey, perimenopause bleeding is bad, but this was a new level. My cycle was 14 days, and I was bleeding like someone cut an artery for 18 days. 

THIS WAS URGENT. Thyroid has to wait. I need help NOW. 

Unfortunately, it is not easy to get in with doctors in this post covid year. Between my initial visit, biopsy, ultrasound, blood work, the entire process took 2 months.

Again, everything came back normal.

But, I KNEW I was NOT normal. I'm not the same person I was 3 years ago.

At this point, things went downhill quickly. I got to the point where I couldn't go up a flight of stairs without having to sit down at the top.

I couldn't walk a half mile. When I went to the grocery store, I would have to sit in my car to recover. I was cold all the time. In 90 degrees, I was in a heavy coat. 

My stomach issues were getting worse. I wasn't sleeping.

I decided to try a different primary care doctor. (Mr. Tea's doctor). 

The day I saw her, I did a brain dump. Every single thing, even if it seemed insignificant, I told her. I also told her about my experience with Dina and that Dina recommended I get my thyroid tested. In the examine, she said that my thyroid also felt a bit enlarged, so she was going to order an ultrasound.

Of course, my blood panel came back pretty normal; other than low iron. My thyroid tests came back as normal, except that I tested positive for thyroid antibodies (a normal test would have been negative).

When I got my blood tests back, I broke down crying. I didn't WANT something to be wrong. BUT there IS something wrong with me, and no one can figure out what it is. I can't even go to the store without being completely wiped out, among other problems.

I was at a level of hopelessness that I've never felt before.

I told my PCP this. She sent me to a hematologist for more in depth testing. She also referred me to and endocrinologist and ordered an ultrasound for my thyroid.

Every single doctor I saw, I started with the same thing, "There is something wrong with me. I'm not the same person I was in 2017".

If you've ever had to deal with referrals and insurance and all that shit, it's a long slow process. It feels even longer when you're in pain and just want some answers. At this point, ANY ANSWERS. I just needed to hear that there was something that could be done.

Enter the hematologist.

The greatest doctor I have EVER met in my entire life. First of all, she was hilarious. I haven't laughed in a long time. 

Most importantly, she didn't look at my symptoms as individual events. She was the first doctor to look at everything and start putting the pieces together, everything; even the intense menstrual bleeding.

The first thing she noticed was that I was told I had low iron (which is true), the more concerning an urgent situation was that my iron continually dropped over the 3 current blood panels, and my tests are showing that my body's ability to absorb iron is dropping at an alarming rate.

She told me if this had gone on much longer, I would have needed a blood transfusion. She ordered Iron, IV infusions. 1x per week for 2 weeks then every 3 months for a year.

Then she said the magical words, "The more concerning question is WHY is this happening?"

Among other things, low iron absorption can be caused by celiacs and given the digestive problems, she ordered a celiacs panel.

PRAISE HEYZEUS. SOMEONE IS GOING BEYOND MY SYMPTOMS.

More bloodwork. This time also being tested for Celiacs. (And of course, another referral to a gastroentologist).

This time my blood tests came back showing the iron trend continuing. 

We are still working with the insurance company on the IV infusions because I need someone sitting behind a desk to determine the appropriate level of care.....not my doctor.

But, I digress.

At least, I'm making progress. 

I now know that I have anemia, and I was diagnosed with celiacs.

CELIACS. Let that sink in. I have NO ONE in my family who has celiacs. NOT ONE PERSON. I turn 54 this month. 

Since I got the results, I've been on that gluten-free life. It's easy when I'm home. But it's harder when I'm out. 

I can't even tell you how much better I feel just addressing that issue. I accidentally had one small taste of something the other day, and I was miserable for the rest of the day. Avoiding those foods is easy when they make me so sick. 

(BTW: the extreme hunger could have been caused by the celiacs. My body wasn't absorbing nutrients, so my brain was saying "send more food", which I obliged).

In the meantime, I still have my thyroid issue. I had the ultrasound and found out that I have a ginormous nodule on my thyroid, which is weird because looking at me, you can't even see it. But it's huge, it has taken over my entire right side of my thyroid.

Now, I'm going in for a biopsy (on Wednesday of this week). 

I'm not terribly worried about it. Whether it's cancer or not, the treatment is the same: rip that sucker out and go on hormones the rest of my life. (Ok, I know there are other types of thyroid cancer that are WAY more serious, but they are also even more rare. And really, I don't have a family history of thyroid cancer).

Of course, the question I have asked myself is why did everything hit in 2018? I'll never know for sure, but I *do* think it had to do with the level of stress that I was going through at the time and the fact that I am perimenopausal. As I've learned, thyroid issues in women can be exacerbated perimenopause.

Also, all these issues is like a chicken and egg thing. Did thyroid problems cause celiacs which cause the anemia? Did celiacs cause everything? At this point, the order of events doesn't matter.

I have a bunch of appointments still to come, and I have bunch more to figure out. The waiting is hard, but it is what it is at this point.

Biopsy, follow up with endocrinologists.

And more appoints with the gastro to do a biopsy on my small intestine to find out how much damage there is. 

Then of course, also, on going appointments with the hematologist.

Even with all of that, I feel like I'm on a path to treatment now. I never would have seen any of this coming, but here we are.

Feeling more positive, I signed up for a 5k. It's Dec 5th. I am hoping to be strong enough to walk it. It feels like an enormous goal since I can't even walk a mile right now. But, there's always another race. 

If you've made it to the end, I'm actually pretty impressed. I think I just needed to dump all this out there. Maybe it's a good way to document my progress as time goes on. Maybe it will be cathartic for me.

Also, I realize that I've probably been pretty vague about symptoms or appointments, but this was just a brain dump. I've had to tell my story over and over so many times. I actually have text messages to myself, so I can remember what I've said and so I don't leave out anything. 

Going old school

 

Over the past year, I have sat down to write many times, but what do I say? How do I write when it was a year where some people lost their lives or lost everything they had; yet others barely felt anything more than a mask on their face?

I had to come to terms with the fact that if I was going to write, it would be just about me.

It was probably better that I didn't write back then because when I sat down to write, I would feel this anger bubbling up. 

It wasn't anger about any one thing. It was anger about everything. FFS, I was even mad at people who were exercising/training at regular intervals because it took every ounce of energy for me to just get out of bed.

I don't want to go down that road now. I had a few people that honestly kept me sane. They didn't seem to care if I was snarky or cynical in my response, or if my responses weren't sincere. They just let me be. Those friends were Alison, Gabi & Liz, who would message me random bits of things going on in their lives. Those random bits would remind me that the world (as much as I wanted to believe) did not revolve around me.

Weird. Huh?

Most importantly, they made me smile or laugh. 

Why blog again? Why now? Way way back when I was a kid, I always kept a journal. Of course as an older adult, that became blogging. Then, as I started focusing on being an athlete, the blog became more of a training journal. 

I don't know; other than it just felt right. I really don't have a reason.

For a long long time, I was lost with life. Normally, I have goals. For most of this year, my goal was to get through each day. SURVIVE each day.  

2020 felt like Groundhog's day, every single day. 

In December, I started to think about how I wanted to move forward. (That's progress, right?) This is my new workload. This is my new schedule. What do I want to accomplish in 2020?

It was not an easy thing to do because I was not in a place where I had ANY motivation to do anything. All I had was this overwhelmingly positive feeling that 2021 was going to be better.  I knew that I would have to work through a few more months of darkness. Then, good things would start happening again.

Being in a state of darkness, what do I do? I tried repeatedly to run or bike or swim or strength train, but I did nothing consistently. 

The more I let go, the better I felt. I thought, "Maybe this is the best time for me to go back to the basics". 

I started as a runner, a very long time ago. Running is hands down the easiest thing to do. No gym required. Step out the door and run. 

And of course, there's Dobbs now. Dobbs the wonder dog. Dobbs the dog that we thought would be a small dog. Dobbs the pup we got that was practically emancipated, with visible bones sticking out, ended up being incredibly muscular, powerful, energetic, athletic (we think) 70lbs now at 14 months. 

We did a dna test that came back, "He's a baaaaad bitch".

Most importantly, Dobbs loves to run. It took extensive training, as we ran into hurdles with the pandemic hitting. No doubt, we put a lot of work into his training, as I've posted ad nauseum on FB and IG. 

All the work was worth it, as we have an incredible dog that is fully off leash trained, trained to run with me, and on and on.

I have a dog that nudges me with his nose immediately after breakfast, starts running in circles, & whining with excitement. When I ask, "Do you want to run?", he loses his mind.

Being as I was struggling to get to the pool because of work and my bike motivation was very low, and I have a dog ready to run marathons at full speed.....well, running became my thing.

I went full circle.

I have no goals. No plans. I feel like I'm starting all over again, and it was an incredibly refreshing feeling. 

Dobbs and I run and walk. Because each run is technically "training" for the both of us, we work on running longer stretches each run. When we walk, he gets a mental break to just walk next to me and smell fun stuff like goose poop and the long grass (that I swear must be doggie crack). Physically, he can go forever, but mentally, we need to work on his focus. I can tell when he starts getting tired of thinking.

This whole thing led me to think that if I'm starting over again, what do I really want to focus on? 

If you've ever set goals before, you know that the goal has to be something that is truly important TO YOU. It doesn't matter what other people tell you. It doesn't matter what your BFF is doing. 

I needed to find that thing.....the one thing....that I felt was important. 

I was excited for the first time in over a year.

I went online and bought planner and colorful, sparkly pens, and fun stickers because I like that shit. I personalized it with quotes that mean a lot to me.(It got delayed due to the holidays, but it's supposed to be here on MONDAY!)

I signed up for a course with Dina to help me get back on track. 

I found a running plan, many months ago, that I like. Although, I'm not following it exactly. I am running on the days it says to run. On opposite days, me and Dobbs are walking. I really really like the plan. It even includes strength training. 

I started meditating again. I haven't done it since 2018. I signed up for Headspace again (when they had a year end promotion). 

There was a session, where Andy (the headspace founder) said something along the lines of "The thought of "I don't want to meditate" comes into your head. Let the thought come in and let it move on, like watching cars on the road. Then, sit down to meditate".

I realized how that is to my running. One day, I thought, "I don't want to run". Then, I sat down and put on my running shoes and went running. 

Of course, nothing I do is perfect, and perfect isn't the goal. My goal is to run a bit more consistently this month than I did last month. My goal is to meditate a little bit each day, because even 1 minute makes me feel better. My goal is to write with my sparkly pens, a few times a week. 

Then, maybe, me and Dobbs can do a 5k together in the coming months.

Oh, and here's Dobbs after a run a few weeks ago. And yes, he smiles like that all the time.

2019 Year in Review

Don't read this post. Just sit there and listen to Dolly. It'll be the best 5 min of your day....trust me.

It's been a looong time.

Without rehashing the past, here's what happened in the past year:

1.) At this time last year, I decided to take a year off of triathlon.
2.) I took off 4-5 months from swimming.
3.) I biked quite a bit because I love it.
4.) I ran as I felt like it.
5.) Around April of 2019, I felt like I needed and wanted more structure to my workouts.
6.) I signed up with the Mastermind Coach Liz again.

I wasn't ready to race. And, I was careful to not overdo anything.

That puts us around.....June.

Around the same time, Liz asked that I start thinking about my goals. What did I want to do this year and next.  I gave this a lot of thought. I was feeling so much better. I was physically and mentally in a great place.

I told her, "I'd like to qualify for Nationals again next year. I don't know if I'll actually race. But, I'm in the top end of my age group. It'll take a lot of work to qualify with all the new 50's year olds".

In June a local race director posted that a NEW big huge race was coming.

Then the race was announced....it was going to be a multisport festival that included a supersprint!

Well hell. I don't have to be in super great shape to race a supersprint. Talked to Coach Liz, who was all like, "Let's do it!".

And the race was on. Long story short. THIS HAPPENED.


I was 3rd OVERALL....and qualified for Nationals.

More importantly, I had a blast. I made some dumb mistakes that were the result of not racing for a year, but I just laughed them off and made note: Don't do that again.

I had only told 1 or 2 people that I was racing. I wanted to go out there for the sheer fun of racing. I wanted to see if I enjoyed it again. I sure DID have fun.

I had so much fun that I raced a sprint 2 weeks later. If I told you my goals, you'd think I was crazy.



OK:
Swim, it's just whatever.
Bike, climb strong, descend with confidence.
Run: run the last hill, don't walk it.

Of course, make NEW mistakes and not the same ones I made last time.

This time, I won my age group. I was probably MORE surprised about this one than the overall podium because I wasn't sure if I had the fitness to do anything more than just get out there and do my best.

Nationals qualification #2.

And then, I shut it down. Two races in two weeks, and I was ready to hop back on the off season bus.

That was my 2019 season.

I signed up for Coretober through MSM/JHC Coaching. I will loosely participate in Swimvember. (Even this is up in the air). I just started a new strength class that I really like.

Don't ask what I'm doing next year. I don't know. Liz and I have talked about it, but I don't want to make any decisions until next year.  With the changes in the business, Oct-Dec is going to very challenging. I want to enjoy my time and keep having fun with training....while maintaining my sanity through our busy months.

Sometimes, I just need to step back and take a breath and say, "Look what I've done. Let's just absorb this for a little while".

I feel normal.

Yes. I. feel. normal.

You might remember that back in Nov, I decided to take time off. I was at rock bottom. I couldn't take one more thing on, for fear of absolutely losing my shit....which BTW, would be a full blown emotional breakdown.

I took off for 4 months and did what I want. 

I set some rules in place.

My plan, if you could call it a plan, was to be active....that was it.

1: I wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do.

2: If I wanted to take a day off, for any reason, I'd take a day off. 

I had no idea I would go like that. I had zero motivation for anything (except riding my bike which I did alot).  I didn't want to think about training at any level. I wanted to be as far away from anything related to triathlon. 

When Liz and I talked, I told her, "I'll be back".

But really, in my heart, I did not feel like I would be.

It was the greatest thing I've ever done. I went through the entire holiday season without any stress of trying to get everything done. I threw myself into work. I love what I do, so this was something that gave me a lot of purpose and feeling of success.

The New Year rolled around, and I started feeling better. In February, I changed up my work schedule a lot. During this time, I was able to figure out what "training" would look like with my new work schedule.

At the end of Feb, I decided I needed help creating a training plan, except that I wasn't calling it a training plan. 

As I told Liz, "I need a plan for someone with no goals, no desire to race. Oh, and I absolutely do not want to swim. And I might skip workouts a lot, but really my goal is prevent me from doing anything stupid and hurting myself".

She was totally with the idea. 

She set me up with about 5-7 hours a week of exercise.

PERFECT.

Until it wasn't. I realized that I was skipping fewer and fewer workouts. I wanted more.

I still didn't want to call it "training", and I absolutely did NOT want to race. Of course, there was the whole NO SWIMMING thing.

Even though I wasn't doing much, it was probably the best quality work that I've done in a long time. 

I put myself 100% into doing all the things that I usually don't focus on, because I wasn't planning on racing. I was always focused on heart rate or pace. I wouldn't give real focus to the dirty work.

As much as I was enjoying this, I still wanted to be as far away from triathlon as possible.

As the months went by, my volume was increasing (in small amounts). 

One day, I woke up excited to SWIM.  After 7 months of no swimming, I wanted to swim again.

I told Liz: "Hey, let's try a short swim to see how it goes". I'm thinking 20 minutes with a noodle sounds pretty spectacular.

Liz being Liz, gave me 2300m including 100's.

Then, I realized she gave me 2 swims.

Ok. That's ok.

But I enjoyed the swims. After the 2nd one, I felt more like myself than I have in 1.5 years. 

I felt normal. 

(No. Still not interested in triathlon).

NORMAL. I felt normal. It felt so good to feel that way.

Then, it happened again, this week. I started getting back into the swing of things. I'm back to figuring out how to get my workouts versus finding a way to get out of doing them.

I'm now at almost 8 months of this. 

It feels good to feel normal again.

For those of you who have asked another athlete, "How did you know you needed time off"?

OR

You've asked yourself, "I wonder if I should take time off"?

The answer is YES. If those questions are even popping in your head, the answer is YES.

I know. Because there have been times when my motivation has been high, and I never even considered taking time off. I didn't want or need it. 

Trust me. Take all the time you need. Even when you think you'll NEVER go back to sport, you will. It will come back to you. 

And you will be more refreshed and motivated than before.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

I've been called "crazy", "irrational/emotional", "off my meds"... and many more. And I'm still here proud to be doing my crazy.

"Show them what crazy can do".