Hi y'all, it's been a while and for good reason. This is my last post on this blog. I am no longer able to run a full marathon and therefor I have decided to give up on keeping this blog. It just doesn't sit right with me. It was fun while it lasted. I loved writing about my running (mis)adventures and all that it thaugt me and now it is time to move on. I will definately never quit running but it needs to become something different in my life now that I know that this asshole muscle disease might strike again and now that I have lost movement in my right arm and hand this time too. Pushing myself to and mostly over the limit is something I wanna learn to stop doing and thus.....it's time for a new blog: Mostly Marley. Middle aged and life in between So if you wanna stay in touch, keep up, wanna have a good laugh and maybe shed a tear now and again feel free to come with me and join me as I venture out and try to exhale, let go, embrace and explore the all that is al
HI y'all, The ups and downs of a marathon girl with a rare muscle disease called Neuralgic Amyotrofy. It struck for a third time. I never thought that it ever would again since having it a second time is not something that happens often let alone a third. Well lucky me....third time's a charm right? No it is not. The acute phase hurts like hell when all your nerves in your plexus brachialis are inflamed and after that? You lose control of your muscles in your shoulder and tadaaaaaa your shoulder hinges on....I don't even know what. It feels like a door out of it's hinges hanging on to some unseeable force. It feels like you're carrying a dead thing around and it's all the things you take for granted that suddenly are things you can't do anymore. Simply because the nerves that need to steer your muscles are DEAD. They can no longer get your brain's message to the intended muscles. Try thinking of it as a closed highway. The neuropathway that is the high