Capt. Chelsey B. Sullenberger III. Known as "Sully" to friends. And his crew. And the passengers who helped each other off the plane after it landed in the Hudson. And the ferries and tour boats who came to the rescue. And, of course, the rescue workers.
Which is putting it mildly.
(Note to the airlines: STOP trying to push the "older" (as in over 50), experienced pilots into retirement! If that plane had been piloted by a younger, less-experienced pilot, there's a good chance that everyone on said plane would be dead, and we'd all be talking about the tragedy over Manhattan rather than the miracle on the Hudson.)
Today is my first day off since Jan. 4th. I'm tired. I've done more Pilates in the past two weeks than I've done in the past 6 months. OK, not really, but it feels like it. The workshop was amazing, and I learned A LOT, but I'm exhasuted and sore, lol!
And to top it off, yesterday, after teaching two classes, I had to go in for my annual exam. Yeah. THAT one. At the gynocologist. (Hubby dropped me off. As I was leaving the car he said "Don't forget to open wide!" then started cackling as he drove away.)
It's actually not too bad. Definitely easier than it was before I had kids, if ya know what I mean. Less painful. I'll leave it at that.
But I have a thyroid test scheduled. I mentioned my recent weight gain to my doc, and she asked if I was feeling tired a lot (yup!), and said I should get it checked out, just in case.
In a way, part of me is hoping it IS a thyroid issue. Because at least then I'll know what I'm dealing with, and can do something about it. I REALLY want to get my energy back! The weight gain bothers me, yes, but I'm so freakin' exhausted ALL THE TIME. And I don't think it's just from taking care of my kids. (Really, I shouldn't blame them for EVERYTHING!)
I've been sleeping well. A good 8 hours every night. Then I need a nap. And that's just not right.
Bottom line, I'm tired of being tired. I'm 39. Fine, I'm not 18, but I'm not 90, either! Right now, I feel...old.