Reflecting back over the last few weeks in PR, I have been told on numerous times "to pace myself". Yet I think that I do a good job of pacing myself.ie by the end of the session's 10 min walk, I am moderately out of breath and cannot go another step due to the pain from the claudication in my legs, so surely I have judged it just right. I admit that my son calls me a "power walker", the therapist has to jog occasionally to keep up with me, but that is just the way I am, I have always walked fast. I have a problem with coming to terms with the fact that I am getting older, so I'm told.
Do we have to slow down when we get older? is it mandatory? I don't feel any older inside my head. I will still TRY to run to catch a bus, only to find that I am sob and unable speak to the driver to pay for the journey. My reflexes are still razor sharp, I can still catch a glass before it hits the floor, that gets knocked of a table by my elbow.
How does one grow old gracefully when you don't feel old? or is this another of those Urban Legends perpetuated by those who are younger. Whatever happened to, "you are as young as you feel"?
Coming to terms with COPD was one thing but this getting older business is a whole new ball game.....and I don't understand the rules!