Do any of you find that your arms/legs/insertotherbodypartshere just don’t want to work when you’re tired?
I get that with my legs sometimes, (it happened on Saturday), and it’s so weird.
I make all the movements that I need to make, and I can feel thee muscles flickering and doing their best work, but my legs just don’t want to work how they should. Sometimes they will move, but a lot slower than I want them to and other times they just will not do what I want and do a much small movement.
I get it a lot after long car rides, which makes getting out of the car again all kinds of fun. but on Saturday night it was just because I needed to get to bed after a long day. I was out at a friend’s birthday party that night and I only have my walking frame Ivy with me so I left early so that I could make the five or ten minute walk from my friend’s house to my boyfriend’s flat before I got too tired. I know that I could have just ordered a taxi but I didn’t want to do that because I wanted to see if I could wake my legs up a bit. They felt really heavy and I knew I’d get a better night’s sleep if I made them work a little bit first.
Do any of you get this sometimes? Does it feel strange to you? How do you explain it to to other people. I guess the best way that I can think to explain to other people is that it’s like there’s a fault or a time delay between my thoughts and my muscles.
I can’t recall if I’ve said this before or not but I love walking and knowing that I’ve done as much walking as I can. By this I mean walking around town or to people’s houses rather than going on a 10 mile hike, but I like to think it still counts, you know?
When I don’t do very much of it it gets me down because I worry that I’ll lose my stamina and stuff. Basically, I like to push myself when I can.
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I just made a video about how the way I walk wears out my shoes.
For me, walking in strong winds with my walking frame is not an easy task.
Occasionally, the wind has been known to push me along at a faster speed than I would like, or I struggle to walk against it. Whenever it’s possible, I try and stick to using my wheelchair if it gets to the point where I start to find things difficult, but sometimes I have no choice but to go out with my walking frame Martha.
In cases like this, I always try and take someone with me who can help me if I get stuck, or at the very least try to set off earlier than I need to so that I can still get to where I need to be on time, and still be able to sit and take rests, or wait for the winds to die down a bit if I need to.
The main thing I worry about if these kinds of conditions are falling over and not being able to pick myself back up again.
I remember an occasion once where I had no choice but to go out on my walking frame when I thought it was quite windy. A lady who saw me struggling to walk in it asked me if there was anything that she could do to help, even though it looked to me like it was taking her a lot of effort to walk too.
I couldn’t think of a way that she could have given me a hand, but just the fact that she asked cheered me up a lot. I was really grateful for the offer and put me in a better mood as I carried on.
Many of you know that, given the choice, I would much rather use my walking frame Martha than use my wheelchair, because I do really enjoy walking, but I know that I have to choose the option that I feel most comfortable with on the day. When it’s really windy, I usually feel a lot more comfortable in my wheelchair.
Yesterday evening proved itself to be one where I was more achy and stiff than I am on an average day. I can’t say I was too surprised though because the weather’s pretty cold, I’m full of cold, and I think I’d probably pushed myself harder than normal on a walk that morning.
Oh well, lesson learned. I think. At the time, I didn’t really notice how tired I was getting at first. Then, I had my first sit down and noticed that I didn’t really feel like doing much more, but I made myself finish the walk I had started, and felt good knowing that I did so.
I could tell that I’d done the exercise by later on in the evening. I sure felt it.
It wasn’t just my legs either, my arms and shoulders knew about it too from pulling my walking frame Martha along behind me too.
I was kind of annoyed at myself for making myself work so hard in the first place, if I’m honest. But at the same time, I was glad that I did, just to remind myself of what my limits are. Although I must admit, I don’t plan on testing them (quite so much) again anytime soon.
After a good night’s sleep I’m feeling loads better.