The Hypothyroid Runner (Oxymoron or Just Moron)

So I was diagnosed (finally) with hypothyroidism almost ten years ago.  Needless to say it was a very frustrating journey.  I spent many years and many visits to physicians trying to figure out what was wrong with me…to no avail.  There didn’t seem to be anyone who could explain the symptoms I was experiencing.  Exhaustion, hair loss, changes in appetite, vertigo….and did I mention exhaustion.  I was tired all the time!  There was a period of time that I was made to feel that it was all just in my head.  But after some time came the diagnosis and I was, at the time, somewhat relieved.  However, I soon came to discover that treatment was certainly not as easy as taking a pill once a day (this is what my doc told me).  I took the pill once a day…faithfully.  Those of you with the diagnosis know what I’m about to say…I didn’t feel any better!  I was still tired and most days that and the vertigo made life almost completely debilitating.  This experience has been a really important life lesson.  After years in a career where I spend my days advocating for those who can’t advocate for themselves…I needed to learn to advocate for myself.  This was all new to me.  I pushed physicians to treat me specifically and my symptoms and not just the diagnosis.  I also explored natural therapies and changed my diet (read the research on hypothyroid and the importance of a gluten free diet – this has done wonders for me recently).  In an effort to moderate the weight gain that can come with having hypothyroid I discovered a love for running.  I have been a “runner” most my life; however, historically my running career has been intermittent as I struggled with finding balance in a demanding life.  Over the past couple years though it has become an essential part of how I cope with the symptomology of the diagnosis.  I have come to terms with the fact that the diagnosis means that my body will always be in a constant state of flux and that I will continue to struggle to understand this….but running has helped me to moderate many of the symptoms.  As odd as it sounds…on days when I feel like I would rather die then drag my ass out of bed…nothing feels better then when I get back from my time on the road!  I’m a hypothyroid runner…it’s either an oxymoron or I’m just a moron!