What can go wrong with a good trek up the local hill? One of the few sandstone areas that give a glorious view of the otherwise flat Cheshire plains. Bulkeley Hill Wood was my choice. Having tried it a year or so before my diagnosis and new it would be a challenge but not an unachievable one.
This time there would be no charging up; attempting to reach the various flat areas before undertaking the next incline. No, this time I would rest whenever the need arose.
All went well. In fact, I was pleasantly surprise that after three and a half hours up and back down there was no nerve pain at all. It was decided that it was so successful that tomorrow it would be Bickerton Hill. Yes, I was so tired I could have slept on a log but that sense of achievement kept me awake all evening.
So the next morning found me up Bickerton Hill, despite the fact of barely sleeping four hours that previous night. That urge to challenge myself – to see just how far I could go without triggering those PD side effects – was enough to overcome the lack of sleep.
What did I do? Take the longest and steepest route to the summit of Maiden Castle. Not the shorter, more easily accessible route from the car park. Again a path that took me about three and half hours to do there and back. I felt capable of all it threw at me.
Then appearing before me was a very steep incline with sandstone steps climbing up like a neatly placed obstacle course! Definately a part to chicken out of! Taking a more sweeping gradual route to the summit was quite a bit longer but far more manageable.
Trust me to choose a June day when the sun ended up beating down on me at this point with a vengence, for here was open to the elements. I managed to reach a little outcrop with impressive views. Sitting down for a drink and snack the realisation hit me, going any further was not an option otherwise there were doubts as to whether I’d make it back down!
It was the last half a mile back down that told me I had indeed reached my limit. Despite the walking poles my right leg was become weak and aching. It took all of the remaining bit of strength to reach the car.
Back at home I was so tired and this time fell asleep all evening. Slept equally as good all night – which thankfully made up for the previous night’s small amount. I pottered around the house doing some catching up on the computer and book binding. My right leg was reluctant to go up stairs without the aid of holding on to the banister. Although not unusual, in recent days it had greatly improved.
That is until around 3pm when the just above my knee joint appeared to be rather swollen and the discomfort had increased in intensity. So I have done it again – pushed to hard only to reap the vengeance of my body once more!
Moto – pace myself! (and the advice of the physio).