So yesterday my BFF and I ran 3.2 miles. For some this may not seem like any big deal. For me, however, it's a milestone. I have never been a runner and I have never run in my entire life. Having cancer made me do strange things...one of which was to set a goal of running a 5K. I've been walking consistently, and recently I started running on the treadmill, but the most I've ever run is for 22 minutes which ends up being about 1.6 miles. This past Friday, we ran 1.6 miles outside. We were psyched about that...
And then yesterday we decided to do it again, only this time we just kept running, like Forest Gump.
Never in a million years would I have thought I could run, but I'm happy to report that I proved myself wrong once again.Today my body is not so happy I ran the 3.2 miles, but it will recover and then I can do it all over again.
After I got home I took a quick shower and had an appointment with someone for disability insurance (a little strange after just running over 3 miles). However, the claim is being put in for when I was sick (obviously). I had to regurgitate all the events of the past year; he was empathetic and seemed genuinely interested in my story. It was cathartic. I don't know that I've ever sat down and gone through the entire story from start to finish. I kept leaving out details and forgetting things. I had to refer to notes on my phone and appointments on my calendar. As I was retelling, I thought.. Sh%&! I went through hell! But, I survived!
Looking back there really was no choice but to walk through the muck one day at a time...and somehow, someway, I made it to the other side.
Woo Hoo!!! I'm so proud of you! xo
There it is in black and white. .. "I went through hell!!! But, I SURVIVED!!!"
Don't look back, Linda..
YOU GOT THIS!!!
Thanks Beth and Karen! xo
Congrats! Way to go
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