Watching the Olympics these last few days I marvel at the stamina of the athletes.
As a youngster I thought I wasn’t very athletic: When I played soccer I would get exhausted running up and down the field; When I was on the swim team the workouts were excruciating, sleeping for hours afterwards; I hated doing calisthenics, my muscles hurting for days; The impact of the volley ball hurt my hands so much I dreaded having to serve.
In high school I got out of physical education by playing the violin (badly) in orchestra. Even then, holding the violin under my chin hurt.
I just thought I didn’t have the “right stuff”.
In retrospect I am sure that I had fibromyalgia symptoms as a child.
These days I am extremely fatigued – read exhausted – without running up and down any field or swimming laps. Fibromyalgia may have stopped me from becoming a world-class athlete but it’s helped me discover I do have the “right stuff” – I’ve become a world-class power-napper and I never tire practicing.